As time stands still

Reflection of time and the importance of seizing it's moment.

Poppa’s gone, Mama’s gone,
where is it I belong.
Why is it we are here,
if only to disappear.

Time gifts us this present,
quietly standing still.
Not for our lament,
spirits will to fullfill.

Birch trees glistening,
over the frosted grass.
You should be listening,
the year again has past.

Release yourself with glee,
and set yourself free.
As time stands still,
I feel my hearts goodwill.