Teach me how to see what my critical eyes fail to see,
The wonders and beauty all around me.
Teach me how to see the path that is hidden from me,
Its secrets and joys that is meant for me.
Let me hold the torch of wisdom with the purest light,
And a beauty of soul that can last through the night.
I might not last long, I might not be remembered.
But do know that I was once there and that I cared.
Why are flowers made, when they all just wilt and die?
Theirs is a beauty that’s temporary.
But they can be a part of a good memory.
Theirs is a size so small,
But a smile so big is what they can give.
If even just for a while I can make this world a beautiful place,
Then I wouldn’t mind being a flower in my own simple way.
This is the flower from the bouquet given to me earlier when I attended my best cousin’s wedding as her maid of honor. I’m wishing that couple to live the rest of their lives together filled with happiness and love! ♥ 🙂
There is a time for everything,
and everything on Earth has its special season.
There is a time to be born and a time to die.
There is a time to plant and a time to pull up plants.
There is a time to kill and a time to heal.
There is a time to destroy and a time to build.
There is a time to cry and a time to laugh.
There is a time to be sad and a time to dance.
There is a time to throw away stones and a time to gather them.
There is a time to hug and a time not to hug.
There is a time to look for something and a time to stop looking for it.
There is a time to keep things and a time to throw things away.
There is a time to tear apart and a time to sew together.
There is a time to be silent and a time to speak.
There is a time to love and a time to hate.
There is a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NCV)
Mr. Fat Rat smokes a pipe,
Rummages the kitchen and loves to snype!
Quick to run and quick to hide,
His bad habits just won’t subside!
Together they fly as they conquer the sky,
They glide along the breeze of the cool air up high.
What a beautiful sight to watch them in flight.
In numbers they soar with all their might.
On a field of flowers a butterfly flew.
A gentle breeze passed by and gave an advice he never knew.
“Among all of the flowers just pick one,
Two is too heavy,
Three is too much,
More is impossible.
Love it, cherish it like there’s none like it.
Plant it and help it grow.
Never let it wilt, make the water flow.
For the love you give is also the love you will receive.
Soon you will have a flower field of your own.”
Hours, minutes and seconds…
Always pass by in an instant.
Wait for me, work with me.
Will the world stop just for you and me?