Precious And Delicate

Precious and delicate,
This fragile life to us given to experience.
And taken for granted it is everyday.
Until with a sudden quickess it ends.
Leaving not many prepared to accept death.

Precious and delicate,
Like a flower observed to bloom.
With the beauty of it slowly unfolding,
Presenting a different scent...
That begins to enchant the environment.

Precious and delicate,
Are those feelings we associate...
As we develop and connect to relationships,
With a wanting wish...
They will always be kept protected.

Yet...
As precious and delicate this life lived is,
We permit conflicts, confusion and chaos...
To exist as if,
The doing of it comes to provide us all a benefit.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

a sad state of mind always recovers sooner or a bit later to be chaotic..I agree, life is precious and delicate...