It is a sign of the times

Just like everything else

Each day we live

means so much more

Today it is the middle of winter

It is a very fine line

And the time always tells

Like waves crash and clean the vast shore

Today driftwood is starting to splinter

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Flowers start to bloom

With a warm sun at noon

It’s too early

It’s too soon

They just may never make it

With another frost

They will not take it

But they have grown fast

Like it’s the last

Days before June

But March has not yet been crossed

2

Powers charge the moon

With the bright sun in tune

We can’t worry

We must move

While the light is baking

With no other cost

Than time it is taking

It passes so fast

The warm weather lasts

Coyotes croon

For them no time is lost

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It is a sign of the times

Just like anything else

Each day we live

means so much more

Today we want to feel like a winner

It is a very fine line

And the time always tells

Like wind crashes and closes the back door

There’s no one that should go without dinner

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Showers will resume

By evening we presume

It’s so early

It seems soon

But we are still glad to take it

The weather is boss

We can not fake it

But time has flown fast

Leaving the past

Days are in tune

No moment is ever lost

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Future fills the spoon

With nothing we assume

We can’t hurry

We must move

While the world is shaking

Without a fair pause

There is no mistaking

Something

We should ask

How can we surpass

Everything we do

To create one shared cause?

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