The world can be so simple
If we stop to take a pause
Only complex as we make it
Without any real just cause
The beauty in a moonbeam
Or shadow of the night
Too often lost beneath the bustle
Of each bright city light

The colors of the sunrise
Or those as nighttime dawns
So oftentimes forgotten
Or hardly looked upon
For we are just too busy
To stop and take a breath
Until we reach a moment
When there are few moments left

How much of life is valued
How much of it is lost
What is really important
And if so, at what cost
The world can be so simple
It is, if lest we try
To seize each passing memory
‘fore it passes us by