behold: the world that was and is,
that she keeps in her heart,
a world of sun
and comfort when the day is done,
as each is free to do their part
within a world that was and is.
behold: the world that turns but slow,
that she holds to her chest,
a world set free –
yes, you and me –
in days of hope and harmony,
with chances full to do their best,
as bright days come and dark nights go.
the wisdom of serenity, again,
that was and is, and always should