Present Now

PRESENT NOW

Every moment is a perfect moment;
My life is a most perfect life.
No matter to me
How oft' it may seem
The present was not heaven sent.

Every seed is there for a reason
For it is yet waiting to be,
The thing that was meant;
It’s one main event,
In due time, and in its own season.

But, woe if that seed should worry in vain,
To doubt it’s true purpose for being,
It might wither up
And so interrupt
The process of this earthly plane.

Right here in the now is all it can be
Til’ wonders now dormant wake free.
And tossed in the tide
Of a world big and wide,
It emerges one day as a tree.