Gives me hope that no other constellation can contrive
The movement of the stars
The sway of the hips our Mother Earth can conjure
Today is a blessing, tomorrow is a gift
That we unwrap as our eyes greet the morning sun
Sometimes we wander
In a world that is not built for our souls
Sometimes we encounter those that wish to blind us
From the ethereal beauty inherent to our beings
We are given eyes to see, yet we close them every chance we get
Because the light is blinding
Walk into the sun
Shout as loud as your lungs will allow
This is the way
To the peace
The beauty
That our children are meant to inherit
Anything less is a travesty
The fervor, the intensity
That is what we should leave
The love
The honesty
The perpetual grace
That our bodies allow
The wind through the chimes
The front porch song
The music of the movement of the world around us
The only true currency in this world
Is how we achieve immortality through what we leave
In our words
Our images
Our view of how the world should be
Our utopian dream
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