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