There are some things we can't capture
  we were not meant to possess everything
We were just meant to sit, be, rest, enjoy
  as the seeds dance and snow down on
The verdant meadow, lush with wildflowers
  making the air magic, the butterflies flit
Touch, soar adding to the sacred space
  of knowing we have entered the holy
Take off your shoes and stand in the sacred
  ground, stop and hallows the moment
It will be gone and you may stay, hoping
  to witness another moment, but it has
Come and gone for another time, another
  day, another person so stop and wonder
Catch the awe of hallowedness because
  it was meant for just this spot, this time