In the gentle thaw of spring's embrace, Where new beginnings softly trace, The outline of the world's serene face, Dear Lord, maybe it's time.
Wes Maybe it's time to slow, to find The simpler joys we've left behind. Cook a meal, let flavors unwind, In the warmth of a kitchen, secrets bind.
Let's play games with the kids, let laughter ring, In each echo, life's joy we bring. Sit for a spell, feel the calm a cat can sling, And sup on a cup of coffee, let your heart sing.
Maybe it's time to kneel, to pray, To wonder, to dream, to stray From paths worn deep, to a brighter day, For we're never too old to dream, come what may.
It's time to think, to truly see, The fleeting moments that used to be. The elders' wisdom, a towering tree, Maybe it's time we gentle, in humility.
Acknowledge we are a Nation under God, In His grace, we are flawed yet awed. It's time to ponder the path we trod, The things we love, the facade we applaud.
As spring unfurls its vibrant hue, Let's rethink the attention we accrue To things unimportant, untrue, Dear Lord, maybe it's time for a view anew.
For it's the first day of spring, a season to cherish, A time for love to grow, not perish. In this rebirth, let's vow to nourish The life, the love we dearly wish to flourish.
