Why do we oft look most to find the things we cannot see.
the air we breathe, what moves the trees or why the grass is green
What holds the moon and stars in place, what is that fuels the sun
or in this life's big lottery .... who really lost or won

What makes us really laugh or cry .. that yet is still unknown
or how the plants sprout up their heads, once the seeds are sown
What's black or white ... what's wrong or right .... what do we really need
to ask for more at time's locked door ..... is that really greed?

how can you see a broken heart .... that ache felt deep inside
you cannot see, we hold so dear..... a place where love resides
enjoy what now you hold in hand and not beyond the lea
embrace the one who loves you most .... that they may never stray

So wonder not the future be ......or what tomorrow holds
the seasons pass so quickly now ... their beauty to unfold
We cannot see what's yet to be.... just a long look at the past
a short glimpse of the present ... these moments do not last