It was a starlit night,
the moon was glittering like gold,
the wind whirled with a gentle zephyr
the birds were singing deliriously in the sky,
and their melifluous voices,was a delight 2 listen,
like a child,a litte boy
i was lost in wonder:the splendours of nature was enthralling!
The gifts of nature looked pristine!
Then i asked myself:why have humans not made much of their time?
We lay waste our powers and "gifts!"
Never for once thought of our hidden talents;
what becomes of you when your talent is hidden?
God is great!
Nature is gold!
Time is a racing horse!
Beauty is only skin-deep!
Brag not of wat u don't have,
utilize your talent
and the best will come out of it!
Waste not a minute,because it is precious,
make judicious use of every second,
procrastination must be your arc-enemy!
I have nailed by colours to the mast!
A spartan life is always the best!