Why count the stars?

Just gaze at the sparkling spectacle;

The fireworks in the firmament

While it's still there...

Why measure the miles

Or the steps taken towards the destination?

Enjoy the meandering paths;

The journey through the Meadows and the mountains

While it's still there...

Why complain about the deafening noise around?

Take a walk through the woods

Listen to every small whisper

Running through the trees and weeds

While it's still there...

Why watch the stifling mad haste;

The sickening bustle of the city life?

Watch the wild stray flower

That smiles and nods in the gentle showers.

Watch the sun raining it's Golden Rays

On the shy sunflower....

Why hold the fragments of your broken heart

And grieve for the love that never was yours

Embrace the power of love within you

Let it revive, heal and reveal inside you....

While it's still there....