A Dream to Be Painted

It is time to pause, to breathe, to savour
As the wheel of life spins in your favour
It’s a moment to rest, to gather, to reflect
To look back, to look forward and to accept

This is your season of fruits, of growing
After long years of ploughing and sowing
It’s a change in the rhythm, the motion
A new moon waxing to the sway of the ocean

It’s a time of rebirth, of conceiving
From a lifetime of giving, now receiving
It’s a fresh white canvass, a future untainted
New palette and brushes, a dream to be painted