"The Colours of the Wind"

Now, as i approach my golden years
that part of life where i have the last lap
to dash - and perhaps be able to clutch
at that last jewel, coveted by all:
sparkling, shimmering, alluring...
with a myriad of bewitching starlight -
to add to my collection of great memories
before i have to sit quietly
in my garden to sift through them all:
to recall, to contemplate;
to analyse, to digest;
all the little jewels in life
that i'd come by, and collected,
all these lovely years...

It's that time of life
when one can truly savour
every sunrise, every sunset,
to the last speck of colour,
to the minutest detail,
in slow motion, so as to miss nought
the colours of the rainbow,
'the colours of the wind'...