Take a moment to enjoy the synchronicity of life.
May you wash away your sorrows and bury all the strife.
Sooner than be later, the flash of magic is gone; when all is recollected in the rhythm of the song.
Perhaps the birds of spring will remind us of a day; once when we were children and all we knew was play.
The rush of circumstance has brought us here from over there, yet the little girl or boy is not far from mirrors compared.
Laugh a bit and wonder at the beauty that is free.
Value all the wisdom, yet shed the troubled fee.
For looking back in time, you’ll see that worry didn’t matter.
Love was at the root between the nonsense and the chatter.
Spend this day reflecting on the good within your heart, and trust, yes always trust, that we are not apart.
We’re tied between the knots and the swirls of mystery.
Forever we are bound as a precious family.