In the heart of Provo, where memories dwell,  

The old temple stood, casting its spell.  

Whispers of “spaceship” and “cupcake” sung,  

In Utah County’s veins, its praises were flung.  

But change, like the seasons, must find its way,  

As walls once adored now make way for the day.  

With a new name bestowed by a faithful hand,  

A fresh vision rises, shaped by a plan.  

The Provo Utah Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple‘s grace,  

A foundation now laid in this sacred space.  

As the spire reaches high to reclaim its view,  

While windows are framed in a radiant hue.  

Yet, hearts hold a twinge for the quirky design,  

That danced in the skyline, so playful, divine.  

Though disappointment lingers, a promise remains—  

In the tapestry of faith, every change has its gains.  

Once wrapped in a cupcake’s soft, sweet embrace,  

Now a structure reborn, poised to take its place.  

As time weaves its magic, and newcomers arrive,  

This temple will flourish, for love will survive.  

A petition was signed, voices raised in the night,  

To cherish the past, to hold on so tight.  

Yet life moves in rhythms, and so must the heart,  

For the essence of faith is a work of fine art.  

Though old memories fade, like stars in the dawn,  

New stories will blossom as time marches on.  

With each brick and each beam, the future does call,  

For this temple, now growing, will cradle us all.