The Now, A Seed For Tomorrow’s Bloom
The Now, A Seed For Tomorrow’s Bloom
The future, a mirage, a distant gleam
A web woven of hopes and dreams.
We chase its ghost with frantic, hurried strides,
While precious moments, unnoticed, quietly glide.
For in the now, the future takes its root,
In actions sown, in thoughts that take to boot.
Each mindful breath, each kindness, every deed,
A tiny seed, a future yet to breed.
The mind adrift, a ship upon the sea,
Tossed by the waves of what’s yet to be.
But anchor it to this, the present ground,
And fertile soil for growth will undoubtedly be found.
So let us heed the whispers of the now,
Embrace the moment with a gentle bow.
For in this space, where time itself stands still,
The seeds of greatness are patiently fulfilled.
The future’s form, a mystery untold,
But in the now, its story starts to unfold.
So cherish this instant, fleeting though it may seem,
For in its embrace, the future finds its dream.
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