A bird flies away in haste
Leaving a warm nest behind
Clouds are flying away too
There is no formula to this sudden change in weather
Time is flying too
It is the cost of living
It is placed too high for ordinary folks to reach
There are no ladders on the branches of life
There are only plenty of problems
Life is in the mode of fight or flight
There are frightened people everywhere
But the moment of pleasure is never too far
Someone is laughing
We cannot all fly away
But we can find our perfect moment
If we dig deeper into our hearts
Smile if you can, it's free
Peace of mind is very expensive
But the heart is not bothered
It is warm and ready to dance
Get up and make it a beautiful day
©Kenneth Maswabi
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