We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
Time constantly flowing like a river going by.
blossoming opportunities growing like wildflowers,
Yet missed opportunities , turn into weeds.
nicely mowed grass unfortunately grows a mile high.

© Watching Clouds Go By