Caught up in our nightmares
Of what may, or may not occur,
We forget the beautiful sunset
And that the earth in the wood
Smells good when wet.
Living in fear
We fail to hear
When birds sing.
Our spring
Is so brief.
Nightmare’s teeth
Pierce our hearts.
Yet we have art
And nature’s beauty
Ere we depart
Into that sleep
Where we are unaware
Of beauty or nightmare.
K Morris - Poet 
Love it. There’s much food for thought here.
we must make the most of things while we can.
I’m pleased you love my poem and can relate to it’s message, Vivienne.
This acts as a very good reminder, Kevin. We do forget.
Thank you, Esther. I’m pleased you like and can relate to my poem.