Something They Speak

Listen closely, something they speak
That falling droplet grazing towards the puddle 
Those waving leaves, the breeze and the sensation of facial cuddle
That clattering teeth with a chilling frost on the cheek,
Observe them, feel them and envisage them, ‘cause something they speak.  

That heartbreak failure, that surprising success,
Those moments of silence and that giggle from far,
Meeting a parted friend, cherishing forgotten memories,
Realize or not, little special those moments always are,
Accept them, respect them and preserve them, ‘cause something they mean.

Lifeless is not any object, any moment or a mullion,
Smile at them, they have been the selfless companion,
Open up the eyes and acknowledge their existence,
Breathe deeply, and sense their dazzling fragrance,
Give them a meaning, and they too shall breathe

Life is everywhere; master that art of living,
Humans we are, use the gift of weaving
Come what may - storm, rain, cold or heat,
Remember always 
Life is a music, and dance to the tunes of its heartbeat.