In the heart of Provo’s embrace, a tale untold,
Where once stood the Provo Temple, a vision bold.
The “spaceship” or the “cupcake,” a beacon of light,
Held memories dear, a cherished sight.
Yet time whispers softly, and change is in flight,
A new dawn awakens, the old takes its flight.
The Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple rises with grace,
Transforming the skyline, a fresh, sacred space.
Foundations laid strong, with a spire to soar,
Echoes of laughter, of prayers, and more.
Windows now gleam on bright south and east,
As the city takes pause, in reverence, at least.
Concrete flows steady, parking lots take form,
While the past mingles gently with a future reborn.
By twenty-seven’s mid, the transformation will near,
An open house beckons, welcoming cheer.
Yet whispers of longing fill Provo’s fair streets,
For a charming old temple, where nostalgia repeats.
With signatures gathered, a plea to retain,
The quirk of the old, the joy, and the pain.
But change, like the seasons, must come with the tide,
And like waves on the shore, we must learn to abide.
For memories flourish, in hearts they will dwell,
As the new temple blooms, casting its spell.
Though shadows of the past may linger and ache,
A new story will blossom for future hearts’ sake.
In time, love will grow for this temple anew,
As it weaves paths of hope, for both me and for you.