Words

Words,
What do they mean?
They could say one thing,
But mean so much more...
Or even less.

Words,
How we hang onto them,
As they dangle by a string.
We live by them, hope by them,
Swear by them nonetheless

Hanging on to a moment

The distant sound of birds chirping,
The rustle of tree leaves whisper to me.
The sun hangs high in the sky,
And a warm breeze tickles my face.
I pause, and instantly release any tension I hold.
This moment, will not pass me by.