I sit and watch the late sun soak in,
The leaves, they flutter, but the trees do not bend.
A moment of peace, to quiet the mind,
For these are not moments that are best left behind.
Does it take work to think of 100 things?
Regardless, there’s more the next moment could bring.
If minutes, breaths, let it all go,
It won’t be a wish I had, instead, it could be so.