The present day, where all things fall.
A gift for us, the best of all.
Whizzing around, busy as bees.
Some up high, others on knees.
A precious gift, the time we keep.
Time for a chat, as the brews steep.
The seconds we steal, whilst the clock ticks down.
Plotting and planning, too big for this town.
We make the most, of each present day.
Learning our methods, finding our way.
Published as part of today’s Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now | The Daily Post.