What Of Your Time? Poem by Bianca Free

What of the grass or the lilies

The spacious sky of milky blue

Everyday, passing by as usual

It's nothing new...nothing new

What of the soft summer breezes

The heavy downpour of the rain

Those nights when the dogs howl

Or those mornings the birds sing

What of the first feelings of love

The warm, delightful caresses of

His mouth against your mouth

Fitting your lover's hand like a glove

What of the cool air, the hot beaming sun

The times you've lost, the times you've won

Times you've laughed until you cried tears

What of your time here all these years