Open your eyes,

There are promises to see

In new buds

On flowers, trees

Open your ears,

There are promises to hear

In new songs

From birds far, near

Open your hand

There are promises to hold

In garden dirt

That’s a little less cold

Open your soul

There are promises to feel

Tangible, intangible

Both equally real

Open yourself

Make a promise you will

Be present through changes

Be present while still