Only If We Had Paid Attention
Murmurs of the soft autumn wind
Straying love whistling in the trees
Forlorn hearts scrambling for attention somewhere in the shadows
Somewhere in the slopes
Streams of hope flow with glimmering love
Glistening in the moon by night
Sparkling in the sun by day
Flooding the valley with wet soothing smiles
The future will not know how it all started, unless we tell our story.
If at all, we had paid attention
We would have noticed love all emblazoned on the slopes
And drank from the sparkling streams of hope downslope
In the valley full of wet smiles, our hearts nourished
Only if we had paid attention, we would not been this sad!
Our future smiles; our past frowns
Unless we begin to tell our story, the flowers will wilt and die!
7 April 2021