Present

I think about roses
As they bloom and then lose their petals
I think about horses
Born free and then later saddled
I think about the sky
As light blue turns into gray
I think about a fly
As it lives and dies within a day

Nothing lasts forever
Nothing stays
All is part of our brief existence
Part of our ways

Breathe in, breathe out
Look at the beauty around
Cherish moments while they last
Focus on present, not the future nor the past