Give and Take
The joy is brief and the sorrow long
for a gift once given then withdrawn.
I found upon a leaf of grass
a bubble that made a looking glass
and smiled at my hair, tousled by wind, that blew my mirror to earth again.
I watched a lion of drifting cloud
and smiled as the lion wet the ground
then the wind my lion slayed and storm brought darkness to my glade.
In a shower that freshened all the world
a rainbow's shining arc uncurled
'til sunlight burned the color away to leave behind ordinary day.
I walked a foggy mountain path
that led to a giant's lair at last
that was seen to be no more than stones when sunburnt fog left the fields alone.
I heard my love's laugh on the air
but could not find her anywhere
and found her naught when I went to look but found in her stead a laughing brook.
Give not a gift that does not weather,
to give no gift is surely better.
Take not back what you have given free for you steal a joy that should not be.
The joy is brief and the sorrow long for a gift once given then withdrawn.