We may die today or tomorrow.
Truly hope not.
Much more in this world to begat.

Every morning as we rise in springtime our garden paths are lined with daffodils in blazing yellow and clumps of purple crocuses.
They creep out from their underground network of roots and bulbs,
Heads bathing in the sun.
Surviving for a number of years.

The evergreen scented trees and redwood tall as skyscrapers of sky, may live longer than you and I.

All I can say is carpe diem.
Breathe in that air.
Have fun and smile.
Yesterday may have been your last.
Make the best of what life holds for you.
Party on.
Have a blast.
A blast full of scent and petals, they sit upon your beautiful head.
Live long and prosper.
Longer than a butterfly.
(C) LIVVI