Savour Every Moment

Richard

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