My time will come as for all
In this earth's forest called life
The varied beauty evident all around
Points, to grab my attention as if
As if to say, all that I see will fall
Not all at once, gradually as I sleep
As the wind blows, when no one looks
Carrying on living when no one knows
I will see all this beauty surrounding me
In ecstasy I wish to touch, yet it drops
It fades before my sight as I look on
Oh, how I wish it would stay with me for ever
If wishes would come through, it's not for me
It's not meant for you, wish it were true
What appears is truly dying a slow death
So, for all its colors and hues, a chill sets in
It reminds me of the boldness of youth
In the years so much prized
As a flower, as a tree by the rivers of water
I blossom, then I fade, I wither, I die
When I'm stripped, what's left
Memories of the colors I once shared
Pleasures, I once welled up in hearts
When gradually time as leaves, leaves
Whispers sweet voices as if to remind me
When all fail, all fall, all lose their color
What's left is a shadow of myself
Only a frame, a form, through which wind blows
I'll look at me, yet I can still see beauty
It's not what's outward, rather it's inward
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.