Golden moments spun round on the lathe of time
Strung like beads on the necklace of existence
Too few, needlessly rare, there for the taking.
Pause, look, see them all in blooming apple trees
Wind freed white petals fallen in fields of flowers
Wild in blues and yellows, yours for the taking.
Only think, feel, know the wonder of the world
Surrounded by touch, feel of grass on bare legs.
In the power of mind and heart, there they lie.