The warbler in the reeds:
Life is like the warbler in the reeds. It's in the reeds, hiding low - you don't see it until it has taken flight, then it is on wings and has flown far far away, seen no more. The clouds remain. The water by the reeds is still there, but the warbler and its wings beat no more under the light of the sun.
It might as well never have been there at all - for the clouds, the reeds and the water care not for its passing.
Youth is like a fine fruit that rots in a heartbeat. It's gone before you know it. Very few extract the whole goodness out of that fruit, most miss even the rot of it. And as new wings fly in with new things to bring, all you will have is the memory of your reflection mirrored in waters that flowed long ago.
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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