spring’s finally here
with less than usual fanfare
are our hearts less glad

shall we grieve for what’s missing
or be thankful for what we have
spring’s finally here
with less than usual fanfare
are our hearts less glad

shall we grieve for what’s missing
or be thankful for what we have
fading so quickly
beauty is here then is gone
those who blink miss out

some may call it illusion
less time doesn’t mean less real
old farmhouse bulldozed
homesteads become tract housing
the land lies unloved
rootless people blow away
scattered where the winds take them
visiting hometown
some places remaining the same
people rarely do
home is a place and a time
here and now for those awake
those who do evil
avoid the light of the truth
preferring darkness
there’s no shadow at high noon
all are exposed to be seen