Is not the insect on this tree
Happier than me?
He will live and die
In this wood
As I pass by pondering on love.
He knows naught of sorrow,
Or poets who rhyme of borrowed time
And a tomorrow
That may never come.
He leaves his mark on decaying bark
And knows not why.
While I leave this brief rhyme behind.
K Morris - Poet 
Very thoughtful philosophical.Grandios, Kevin! I hope you are enjoying a nice weekend! xx Michael
I’m delighted you like my poem, Michael. My weekend is good, and I hope you are also enjoying yours. Best wishes. Kevin
Thanks, Kevin!Good to hear.Everything is fine here too.Except for a lot of rain! Best wishes, Michael
I’m glad all is good with you, Michael. It has also been quite wet her of late, but no rain is expected today