Savour Every Moment
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Always fleeting, always changing, a constant decline.
Against a tiger's hunger, fear on one man's face.
Find the joy in the open skies, hold onto the light!
Let go of worry, child, embrace what you can't know,
A symphony of flavours, soothing his misery.
Find joy in the journey every day, and hold onto the light.
Let me tell you a tale, of courage under the leaves.
That joy can abide in the face of death, at the ending of the "me".
The strawberry tells us life is sweet and bright,
Find peace in the present moment, let your spirit grow.
The tiger growled and snarled, the mice chewed with all their might,
The promise of its succulence, above the watchful eyes.
The tiger teaches us, of struggles we must face,
Yet a peace settled upon him, a newfound, gentle light.
A reminder to savour every moment, to chase away the gloom.
Savour the moment, the sunrise, falling rain,
He pressed it to his lips, sweetness, a burst of glee,
A moment of pleasure, before the looming end.
Sweetness can bloom where darkness sleeps, chase away the fear.
Faced with his own mortality, a truth he came to see,
Listen close, my child, beneath these ancient eaves,
Like the man on the cliff, with a taste of pure delight,
This life, my child, is like that precarious root,
But within that flow, beauty like the strawberry can bloom,
But within the struggle, we find a moment's grace.
A simple strawberry, the sweetest berry he had ever known.
A strawberry, glistening, a burst of sweet surprise,
But then, a sight unfolded, a jewel near his hand.
Two mice, one white, one black, gnawed the root above his head.
The mice, a reminder, of time's relentless pace,
Alone and lost in a forest, running a frantic race,
For life's fleeting essence, won't come this way again.
Scrambling a precipitous cliff, sharp claws to escape,
A promise of purest joy, before his fear-filled eyes.
Challenges surround us, dangers all must face,
The tartness a reminder, of life's sweet and sour blend,
Every moment, a precious prize, a taste of life's delight,
We must savour every moment, live each day with all our might.
The snarling hungry predator, leapt with jaws agape.
Hope seemed to dwindle, fear like a tightening band,
His lifeline, a fragile root, to which he clung in dread,
With trembling fingers, he reached out, plucked the ruby prize,
Fear may whisper, shadows creep, but hold on tight, my dear,
The taste lingered on his tongue, juice on his lips thrown,