A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Reach for the flowers
For who knows how long they will bloom?
Climb the arms of the great oak,
How long will it stand?
Explore the untrodden forest,
How long will it be yours to walk?
Dance upon the rocky path
For how long will your limbs allow it?
Then breathe the ancient winds
For how long will they provide for you?
Feel your joy and feel your misery
For one cannot be felt without the other,
And share your histories
For how long until that is all that is left?