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,
are just beginning,
blooming and opening,
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”