We Have This Moment Today...

Take the blues of the skies and the greens of the forests;
The golds and the browns of the freshly mown hay...
The pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn,
and weave you a lovely today.

We have this moment to hold in our hands
and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come,
but we have this moment today.

—© The Gaithers -- abridged