Precious moments

Precious moments

In the ‘Merchant’ Shakespeare scrolled
“All that glitters is not gold”
I wonder did he ever see
Sunshine glisten through a tree.

Precious moments we should gather
Squirrel in the mind, not scatter
Pluck on when we’re feeling low
Let that sad depression go.

Treasures in the world around
Greens, blues, golds astound
Visions that have left us breathless
Natures manner to caress us.

©j.black (wordverse.me)

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