One day, one rhyme- Day 1376
I watch the moments skipping past
Like butterflies, so high and fast
Their colours blur against the sky,
And all the people see and sigh.
They stand and shout: Deadlines! Deadlines!
They shake their bills and speeding fines.
I try to heed, I really do
But time’s a tree the humans grew-
Though it’s beauty can’t be denied
With its roots stretching far and wide
And branches that won’t be controlled,
It can touch me, but cannot hold.
Deadlines can never ensnare me,
Of hours and minutes I am free,
For though they stand and chant anew:
‘Deadlines! Deadlines!’ They can’t get through,
I’m busy watching moments soar-
I cannot hear them anymore.