The past is like a sculpture: cold, unyielding stone,
Shaped in all the heat of life but now best left alone.
The future is the tender snowflake: gentle, buoyant breath,
Comes down on you with fluffy glow, only to meet its death
The present is the gift of now: warm, comforting embrace ...
Be the warrior of today! Hold high the Divine mace.
- Parul