If we see some cherries
Hanging from a branch
We’ll pick the fruit and eat them
It is our last chance
When our end is nearing
We must live far more
Like the dust motes dancing
In the sun, in joy.
See the clouds all blowing…
Where is it they go?
Like the leaves and flowers
Like the rivers flow.
See the face beloved
Known, not understood.
See the human mystery
Feel how love can flood.
See the smoke blow upwards
See the children gaze
Innocence and beauty
Newborn every day.
The first time our eyes opened
We saw a human face.
The last time we close them
Let us then embrace.
Though the day is ending
Do not cut it short.
Live each moment till the last
In love as we were taught.
How my heart sings 