There’s a time to sit-down and listen,

And there’s a time to spread your wings and move ahead,

There’s a time to be a social-butterfly and watch the flowers of the world,  

And There’s a time to land on a happy, colourful, random, flourishing, nearby flower,

There’s a time to take-in the vibrant colours of life itself, moving ahead,

And there’s a time to just hold-on tight in a mighty storm;

Yes – there’s a time to blossom again.