Saturday 22 March 2014

All Too Brief

A breath of the freshest air,
A flap of a golden wing,
A glimpse of something rare,
First birdsong in the Spring.


All beautiful in their perfection, 
but all too brief in time.
So fleeting in their creation,
Why must we say goodbye?


Candles of radiant light,
Extinguished by the wind
First ray of morning sun,
Starry night brought to an end.

All beautiful in their perfection, 
but all too brief in time.
So fleeting in their creation,
Why must we say goodbye?


Rainbow beams between the clouds,
Bluebells bloom, then fade.
Shooting stars beyond the fields.
Joyful laughter ends.


All beautiful in their perfection, 
but all too brief in time.
So fleeting in their creation,
Why must we say goodbye?



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