At times like this

At times like this,
should i bask under the light,
let it tingle my senses,
or hide in the shadows,
under the tree.. in the field.

should i feel the grass underneath my feet,
those soft green things,
blanketing the dirt below,
turning brown to green,
nature at it's best.

At times like this,
we shall rejoice,
hand in hand, side by side,
we will, stride by stride,
rejoice.. we will.. rejoice

For how long can we keep saying,
"At times like this"
For time has its ways,
of making small instances seem crucial,
undeniably,
it has its ways,
at times like this


falconaire :)