I love listening to tunes when I take my 7 year old daughter to school every morning and this is one that she sings along with, so adorable!
If you were to say to me,
Tomorrow will not come.
I don’t think I would be able to finish,
All that I want done.
My list just keeps on growing,
So much to do and see,
I want to try so many things
So much that I could be.
So ’til my ending moments,
‘Til the final breath.
I will enjoy what you have given,
I will live it to my death.
~ Aimee Wahl 2016 ~
Drifting slowly across a bed of thorns,
Waiting always for the breaking storm.
Here it is coming up with speed,
The wind is growing, its movement a need.
And I am in awe.
The rain it dribbles, bouncing in rivulets,
The coolness of the droplets soaking in no diluent.
Dropping harder now brick-like in weight,
The drops change to daggers nothing to sate.
And I am in pain.
Bringing black clouds bounding in layers,
The storm drives right through forcing out prayers.
Un-heeding of target it crashes around,
The wind, the rain one blasting of sound.
And I am in fear.
Without a farewell, a goodbye or adieu,
The rain dissipates leaving the world anew.
Shift in the clouds and above a fresh sign,
The delicious radiation of sweet sunshine.
And I am in bliss.
She brandishes her fear in a concave of doubt,
Lashing in every direction.
A hyena cornered,
Up against a wall.
Hysteria filtering to the surface,
Undiluted abdication of her realized evolution.
Swirling gray as she comprehends,
The force of gravity that confronts her.
Driving an end to a fantasy of,
What’s to come.
Finality in her breath,
Her world closes in.