The freedom of the calm Willow leaves
Surrendering to the greeting cool breeze
The wisdom sung with no words at ease
Left in the promise of tomorrow’s dream!
The rays of the sun at lightning speed
That wakes up the world from a good night’s sleep
Gifting some warmth with a kiss on the cheek
An encore was certain in tomorrow’s dream!
A charming prince with a handsome young face
On the edge of a high roof, with so much grace
I sang a little prayer, wanting him to be safe
But, “Maybe I’ll smile”, was left in tomorrow’s dream
The present is a gift, as the wise would sure say
But the past and the future makes it oceans away
The chances that’s missed, hoping for a better day
Oh so much left, for that imaginary next day!
Even though, today could be the last waking day!
– Nim –
A Moment with Nim! 