simon thorpe

A Fleeting Moment - Poem by simon thorpe

A whisper on the wind,
fluttering leaves carrying memories of bygone days,
our lives intrinsically entwined with natures majesty,
I am the heron swooping to capture its prize,
the nightingale singing alone its haunting ballad,
I am the tiger who came to tea,
the golden eagle keeping a watchful eye on the minions below,
I am the very ground walked on by the great kings of the past,
I am everything and nothing, but I belong,
Lifes rich tapestry weaves a path through history,
Our paths will meet at the crossroads,
But we will follow our hearts to find our own pot of gold,
There can be no failure, just adventure,
See you again somewhere down the road.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

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