No Time Like The Present

I hear it.
Can you see it?

Peek inwards, and then look up high in awe,
Soak in the melancholy whispers of the Winter gaze;
In scenery, oblige to heavens and the summer straw,
Serene and blissful life can be, leave past in its old age.
Stop for a moment, listen closely,
Start loving self and love, and mostly..
Whatever seasons bring around in life,
It's good, in balance tames all suffering,
Goodbye, my strife.

Reviews

[Eyes focused like a mir..]

This piece has a certain tranquility touch. It's at peace with the ever-changing seasons. I suppose it's the calming balance and relation of moods?
This is a gem in my eyes.

[MK and MF]

wonderful :)

[Katie]

I loved this. The layout of the poem caught my attention. The feeling as if the seasons changing brings us hope- is an awesome way to look at life. This made me think a lot. Great job :)