Let me hold this flower in my hand
No words, no judgement, only let it be
Give it time to live, to grow, to bloom
To show its colors strong and true and free
Let me stay within this sunshine beam
And do not rush it as it lights the way
Until I do not fear the shadows cast
And see the dark of night turn into day
Let me hold this little child’s hand
While she learns how to walk out on her own
To guide, protect, to be there by her side
Until she knows she’ll never be alone
Time moves like the rising tide
Slow but unstoppable force
Time spreads like the ocean wide
Subtly ever changing course
Time creeps like a stalking cat
Sneaking up when no one sees
Time frays like an old straw hat
Losing pieces to the breeze
Time comes like a doorbell’s ring
Paths converging now and here
Time goes like a northern spring
Slips away until next year
Time always marked and measured
Synchronizing rhythm, rhyme
Time can’t touch moments treasured
Experiences not bound by time
The blazing sparks of friendship grow
From kindled flame to warming glow
People come and go in turn
Flames start up then lower burn
But always for that warmth will yearn
Where blazing sparks of friendship grow
Each piece of wood burns on its own
Uniquely makes its nature known
Slowly morph and meld until
Flames unite the space to fill
Though sharing heat and kindling, still
Each piece of wood burns on its own
At last the embers burning bright
Spread solid heat into the night
Differences unite to form
Common goals, to light and warm
A base to weather any storm
Within the embers burning bright
