The months unraveled day by day
Rhythm of winter, spring, summer, fall.
Births and deaths, beginnings and ends
Dreams that began, others that ceased.
Minutes that crept, hours that flew.
Dependent on the joy and sorrow.
Kaleidoscope of a year, color shifting
The bright and bold easily seen.
Yet quiet, subtle moments easily missed
For time doesn't stop for reflection.
Yet we are created, fashioned, formed
With the ability to stop... focus
See the small, see the grand
See the cascade of life's color
Reflect on the hurt and weariness
Reflect on the wonder and splendor
Reflect on the story we write
As new months unravel once again.
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