Today, Today

 If you knew tomorrow wouldn’t come,

Would you notice the sky’s soft hum?

Would you feel the grass beneath your feet,

Or taste the air, bittersweet?


If you knew the dawn might never rise,

Would you see the world with different eyes?

Would the ordinary become divine,

Each moment sacred, each breath a sign?


The touch of wind, the scent of rain,

The way sunlight brushes against the plain—

All would shimmer, rare and bright,

In the fleeting glow of borrowed light.


So live as though the end is near,

Let wonder drown out every fear.

For what we hold, what slips away,

Is precious now, today, today.




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