If for a time the world stood still
and all the moments of the day
were gathered in:
which would I choose?

Would it be rise of early sun
that sups the chaliced morning dew,
mayhap a sparrow's gleeful song
when first he spies the early worm.
Or the look held in a lover's eye
when stirred awake with tender kiss,
and the smile, that granted in reply
says more in silence than in speech.

But none is richer than the whole,
the sum of parts that form each day.
Made up of every thought and dream,
all precious moments, locked away.

And thus I give this choice to you;

That if one moment could be caught,
made captive with the artist's brush
for evermore:
Tell me - which would you choose?