Time Is Precious: Poem

Time Is Precious

I.

On day, one hour,

One minute will never

Cone again.

Enjoy every day and hour,

One minute will never

Come again.

II.

We dream of precious  

Warmer days to start some seeds.

We grow many herbs and flowers.

Calendula always is a comforting fact.

Trust the process

You cannot see

Beneath the surface.

So, give yourself the space

To bloom and grow

Because everything is possible.

III.

Life is precious.

It does not have rewinds

Unwrap with appreciation

The gift of each moment.

I little self-love goes

A long way

And this is precious.

Tomshinsky@2026