The Quiet Season

It does not matter how slowly you go, how quietly you bloom or how many ripples you create as long as you do not stop moving, blooming or creating.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.