Love what you have
Before life teaches you
To love what you lost
In the tapestry of existence, we're woven threads,
Each moment, a stitch in the quilt of our lives,
Love what you have, the warmth of today's embrace,
Before life teaches you, in its mysterious ways,
To love what you lost, those treasures untold,
The fleeting seconds, like grains of fine gold.
For time is a river, it flows without pause,
And what once was present is now in the past.
The morning sun rises, a gift from the skies,
Its golden rays painting dreams in our eyes,
Love the warmth of its touch on your face,
Before the night comes, and stars take their place.
Love what you have, the laughter of friends,
In the circle of joy, where your heart mends,
Before life teaches you, with lessons profound,
To love what you lost, in silence, resound.
The whisper of leaves in the soft summer breeze,
A symphony of nature, the rustling trees,
Love the serenade of their gentle sway,
Before the cold winds carry them away.
Love what you have, the tender caress,
Of love's sweet embrace, a moment's finesse,
Before life teaches you, in its wisdom and cost,
To love what you lost, in the tempest so tossed.
The taste of sweet strawberries, kissed by the sun,
Juices that linger when the moment is done,
Love the flavors that dance on your tongue,
Before they are memories, when they're all gone.
Love what you have, the stories untold,
In the eyes of the elders, their wisdom of old,
Before life teaches you, with tears and with frost,
To love what you lost, at immeasurable cost.
The music that moves you, the songs of the heart,
Melodies that linger even when you're apart,
Love the notes that carry your soul away,
Before they fade into yesterday.
Love what you have, the dreams you aspire,
The passions that burn like an unquenchable fire,
Before life teaches you, in its mysterious way,
To love what you lost, in the night and the day.
The touch of a hand, a gesture so small,
A bond that's unbreakable, a love that won't fall,
Love the connections that make life so grand,
Before they slip through your fingers like sand.
Love what you have, the world all around,
In its beauty and chaos, its sights and its sounds,
Before life teaches you, as it surely will,
To love what you lost, in silence, be still.
So, cherish this moment, this gift that you hold,
For time is a storyteller, and tales it has told,
Love what you have, before it is past,
And you'll find that true riches are here, unsurpassed.