Watching like a sharp-eyed hawk,

Abrupt movement captures my gaze.

Was it the flick of a tail?

Or perhaps, the flutter of a leaf?

I do not know, because I did not wholly discern it’s features.

The swaying wind and the calmness of the forest entranced my mind,

Time ceased its mighty gust.

My mind was ample with gold and treasure that would not last,

Imprisoned like a user,

But likewise the abuser of a moments riches.

I strived to dwell in it’s energy,

But it heaved me back into my freedom of reality.

Only to watch the moments pass by like the flick of a tail or the flutter of a leaf.