lillipadponderings

I’ve watched the teasing winds of life.
Caress the swaying leaves:
A sweet and tender melody,
Gently playing in the trees.

As time, a marching soldier,
In steady rhythm treads,
His drumbeat trilling softly:
Notes of passing moments spread.

Marking day by day our progress,
As we go along our way;
Taking measures of our footprints
What we do, what we say.

Now as one short day has ended,
Have we left a smile or pain?
Did we leave a soft wind blowing
Or a storm of wind and rain?

The deeds that we are doing
Will be faced again you know.
In the lesson of the harvest:
That you reap just what you sow.

Spread some feathers on the lawn,
And watch them fly away.
They can’t be gathered in again,
On the ground they will not stay.

The wind will catch and scatter,
They’ll wing their way on high.
Through the distant elements
Each tiny feather will fly.

Just as the foolish words you speak,
Are carried by the gust.
So then to think before we speak,
And guard our mouth we must.

Once you’ve said hurtful words,
They’re gone and can’t return.
Though we see the damage done,
It’s a lesson too late learned.