Joyful

Flowers blooming in Spring,
unfurling in a riotous fling,
the chance to practise good,
to ask, to feel, to be understood.
A wink, a nod, a hand outstretched,
It’s better alive than playing dead.
Letting go of pages that weigh,
staying present in the book of today.
Who knows if tomorrow will come,
wiser to savour this moment’s sweet hum.
Being joyful is a choice to make,
will you live and stay awake?