3:26am
The smile and laughter of children,
a cool glass of pink lemonade under the shade,
on a warm summer afternoon.
The curiosity of youth,
the experience of age.
A talk with a dear friend,
the caress of a lover.
A good book by lamplight,
a symphony by moonlight,
the sound of songbirds in the morning.
The bloom of a rose,
the feeling of a good deed done.
The pain of loss,
and the memory of what was.
All the things that life really is,
yet they want us to believe there was never a point.