The Moment

A breath, a blink, a fleeting hue,

The world aligns, then starts anew.

A second’s pause, a silent beat,

Where time and stillness softly meet.

The sun dips low, the shadows play,

A golden thread weaves through the day.

A laugh, a tear, a whispered word,

In this small space, the heart is stirred.

The wind may shift, the leaves may fall,

Yet here, right now, we have it all.

A fragile gift, both vast and brief,

A moment holds both joy and grief.

So hold it close, yet let it flow,

For in its passing, we come to know:

The beauty lives in what’s not stayed,

In every moment, life is made.