You reach, but hesitate;

You say you’ll try, but just stop and wait.

In a bed you lie,

Stiff as a board,

Through day and night,

Whispering and wheezing every word.

Get up and stretch

Before you’re forgotten.

Shower away that stench,

You smell ripe and rotten.

Breathe life into your words,

Mean what you say.

Stop living for tomorrow,

And live for today.

Clouds that are wispy but full, dark but light,

Brush across the tops of mountains and

Hills of trees, outlining the sun so bright,

The forest so dense, so pretty, so free.

Wind slips between the hills and o’er the lake.

I feel it push against me as I trek

Between the valleys, I stop for a break.

A mosquito lands just above my neck,

But I won’t let it ruin this perfect day.

He drinks his fill, then flies up and away.

As night begins to fall, the clouds disperse;

They show a night sky so grand it’s a curse.

I must tell you, ‘tis a most divine night,

But is not everyone, out in the twilight?