Just Once

 

(Picture Credit-Barbara Sheidy: Beautiful-Point Blogspot Com)

I will only do this once

Walk down Pudsey Hill late one night

Admiring the stars

After seeing friends.

Walk anywhere one specific time

Or admire a particular glorious sunset

Every one being unique

In its blend of beautiful reds, blues, purples

And other hues.

 

So we have to make the most of Now

Be mindful indeed,

For there will be a time

When we can sense no more.

 

Mortality is certain.

Even the very plants are living on soil

Made from the remains of their ancestors.

And we eat the plants

And eat eaters of the plants.

Ashes to ashes indeed.

You know the rest.

 

But green living things live on

Making oxygen

For those yet to germinate and grow

Or be born.

Winter is soon followed by Spring.

Destruction by Creation.

An almost endless cycle

In the bosom of Mother Earth.

 

Paul Butters

 

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