if only. . .





If only there was time,
to catch a firefly. . .
to smell the summer grass,
and fly a kite so high.

If only there was time,
to paint the autumn sky. . .
to throw the leaves into the air,
and ponder reasons why.

If only there was time,
to dance on pastures green. . .
to splash my face with cooling waves,
to drift off in a dream.

But now it’s time to reminisce,
through summer, winter, fall. . .
I cherish all the spring times,
and wait for heaven’s call.