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Take This Time To Heal

Take this time to heal 


A fresh, crisp, frosty morning, the sky a tranquil blue
The Sun begins to shine and the frost turns into dew
The birds continue singing, the flowers start to bloom
The world still goes on spinning, orbited by the moon 
The wildlife unaffected, maybe finding time to heal
While the human race is facing a pandemic that’s surreal
Are we being tested? To see how well we cope?
Can we work together, so as not to give up hope?
The lives of all our family’s lie in someone else’s hands
We need to make sure all the population understands 
We have this opportunity to just stop....and take a breath
Appreciate the things we have, before there’s nothing left
If we all stand together, we’ll come out the other side
Rejuvenated, educated, selfless, you decide
We should take this time to realign, evaluate our lives 
Decide what’s most important, to help us to survive 
We’re always running out of time, to do the things we need 
So make the most of all the hours, time is guaranteed
No longer in a hurry, we have nowhere to be 
We think about the family, we can no longer see 
But one thing is for certain, when we’ve finished with this war
We’ll love each other stronger and we’ll hug again once more 
All things happen for a reason, maybe we’ve been put on trial 
To take a step outside ourselves, and view our tense lifestyle 
Maybe we’ll emerge much stronger and take more time to rest
Not living in the fast lane, not performing at our best 
And we’ll all help one another, as we realise we’re the same 
No one is immune to this, with money, race or fame 
The moral of this story is, we’re not always in control 
So ride the storm and take time to rejuvenate your soul 

Tracie Heard 
26/03/20

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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