Even the fruits of labour are luxurious, that once a while in a season. To come round and enjoy the sweet taste of success.
A ripple in the water is as a blink in the eye. It sees yet what evolves comes much after.
Willing to go the whole distance, however, the kindness of meeting somewhere along the middle has a charmed feeling.
This big claw to feel a pinch with, the actual foolishness is not seeing the truer face. That claw is part of who they are, just dealt with a disguise unknowingly.
There is always a point to get to when knowing have had enough. Too much of a sweet thing just leaves anyone drawling and crawling for more. Try other interests to get the juices flowing before expecting a reward.
In the forest; nectar truly is the drink of gods. A special flower that appears only at a specific moment. And is only ever in bloom for that one passing of sun in the day. A flower that opens all alone and shaped like a hanging trumpet. Within its petals holds the serum to grant eternity. This potion is not easy to obtain as it grows in a deep cave with illuminous waters. The right time needs to be calculated exactly perfect. Once the light fades from the cracks in the walls will need to wait for many moons after.
Psalms Ch.119:V.45 " - And I will walk at liberty: for I seek thy precepts."
