Songs Left to Sing

The are songs left to sing
and sunrises yet to see
Peace grows in slow cultivation
Choice a tool in the garden
the road to get here
traveled one day at a time
change became good fertiflizer
Yet the core of peace
was already underneath
made by some mystery
for benevolence made real
there's the tilling, growing, and waiting
The times to be and times to do
Yet, not as sunrise itself
but awakenings come to rise the dawn ~
Peace grows in slow cultivation
but sometimes the pace quickens
and such a gift not taken for granted
bears a promised land stronger than loss