There are little moments,
The rise and fall,
Setting suns reflecting off snow covered mountains,
The eternal crash of that mighty blue sea,
Gentle Summer breezes, and harsh winter gales.
These little moments,
Are what matters,
One must make the most of them,
For they rise and fall like the tides,
Controlled by some cosmic force,
Like the pull of the moon on the sea.
-James D. Vespoli