When you take the time to look
At all the things you took
For granted
By vision slanted
From heavy expectations
And childlike idealizations
Of what the world should be
Too blind to see
That there is no rhyme or reasoning
To being
Life is not the destinations
It's the contemplations
Made during the journey
The laughter and the worry
When the night is darkest
When the mean reds are starkest
When the green brings madness
When the blue brings sadness
When the sun is so bright
All you see is the light
That is what keeps us spinning
Not the losing or winning
When you take the time to look
At what you took
For granted
The seed of hope is planted
The bud of life reborn
From the ashes of what was torn
And burned
But that seed can be turned
Into the tree that grows each day
Providing you shade along the way.
