A silent breeze swept away a moment, one that never can be recaptured, never can it be relived. So it is for us to cherish the  moments, cherish them with all of our might. For just as an eagle in flight, they are transient, soon vanishing like the moon as day return the light. Soon they are but a memory, swiftly escaping just as the wind flowing through the star filled night. When they're gone you wish to still hold on. So it is for us to cherish the moments, cherish them with all of our might, for soon they are gone just as the day will replace the night. 

                      

                      Sherman Kennon

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