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.