What if tomorrow it were different?
What if when the sun rose, new buds were in flower? It’s Springtime after all.
What if you had a paintbrush and it could all be different?
What would you paint?

We choose.

What if we remembered the love and good will?
What if the past was just that?
Is there really hate and displeasure, or just wounds that need to heal?
Is this a contest, a fight, a battle, a struggle?
Is this a collaboration, a vision, a journey, a story?

We choose.

It’s our creation. Not yours, not mine, not theirs, but ours.
It is a creation. Not ours, but yours, and mine, and theirs.
Each of us looking in, and out, from a different window.
Is it full of honour, goodwill, love and passion?
And how can it be?

We choose.

That is what it deserves
That is what we each deserve…

A time of letting go
A time to grow.

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