The world stands still — and softly speaks:
  “To every thing — a time.”
  A time to rest, relax, and feel
  How sunny sparkles shine.

  A time to dream, a time to sleep
  Deep under downy snow, 
A time to grieve, a time to weep
  and let the  sorrow go.

  A time to bow, a time to rise
  From ashes cold as night —
  And in this healing new sunrise,
  Behold returning light.

  A quiet strength of ancient stone
  with gleaming  silver snow, —
  It heals like songs from long ago
  We didn’t know we know.

  And under stars of sacred night,
‘ This song’s a remedy,
  A tick where every voice will find
  Its one true melody.