There's magic in the air we breathe
There's color in the wind we need
Its even dancing in the sky when things go awry
It calls out to your spirit
In the shadows of a new moon
We are light, we are color
Late at night when everyone is sleeping
Nothing is heard, no sound
Only peace is found
This is the time I appreciate most
Its when nature can truly grow
Us humans are so distracted
We used to be so interactive
We've lost the knowledge of how to love
To love where everything came from
People, Plants
Things that make you chant
Everything has its own pigment
Everything has its own design
Can't we accept and love what isn't "mine"
We go against the natural balances of life
When the world is in constant strife
Focus on your soul and your progress
Telling others how to live is regress
Change is inevitable
Knowing the problems in your life are preventable
You see, its not the change of views around you
Its the changing views of the one in you
That shift is called perspective
Find love for all things as a collective
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