The Softness of Time

 Mountains and Rivers 052

Some say time is a thief, stealing from us

precious moments, but really time gives us

special times, postpones our death

when we are young and old.

As you and I grow softer

our stems still grow

with the confidence

of knowing the sun,

our flowers

are just beginning,

blooming and opening,

becoming more


than ever.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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