Cherish This Moment Poem by Paul Reed

Cherish this moment
Spent under a blue Sunday sky
No touch felt on the skin
Except the breeze passing by

Cherish this wide open space
Where no other man treads
Not filled with man's buildings
Or the things that man dreads

Cherish this brief interlude
Between the hurry and the haste
When we can stand together
And the scent of freedom taste

Cherish this fleeting second
These green fields gaze upon
For our pausing will soon be over
And this sweet moment gone.