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