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