Awake
by Bob Tschannen-Moran © 2003

The world comes back to life
Tiny buds burst into flower
Drab and barren branches
Dance to a symphony of becoming
Like a painter's palette
We see the colors laid out
And smell their intoxicating aromas

This too shall pass

But for now
There is hope
In a world that knows too much fear

But for now
There is faith
In a world that knows too much despair

But for now
There is love
In a world that knows too much hate

But for now
We dance to this symphony of becoming
We twirl and laugh
We trust and believe
As though nothing could ever silence the music

But for now
We are pleased to dwell
On planet earth
And do call ourselves
Awake

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