{The Moody Blues}:
When the white eagle of the North Is flying overhead And the browns, reds and golds of autumn Lie in the gutter, dead
Remember then, the summer birds With wings of fire flaying Come to witness Spring's new hope Born of leaves decaying
As new life will come from death Love will come at leisure Love of love, love of life And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn Of a promise almost seen Live hand-in-hand And together we'll stand
On the threshold of a dream....
Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch, There's something inside, that we need so much. The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound, Or the strength of an oak, with roots, deep in the ground. The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up, Through tarmac, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun, Without burning a wing, to lie in a meadow, And hear the grass sing. To have all these things, In our memories stored, and to use them, To help us, to find the lost chord...
Blasting, billowing, bursting forth With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes Man with his flaming pyre Has conquered the wayward breezes Climbing to tranquility Far above the cloud Conceiving the heavens Clear of misty shroud
Higher and higher Now we've learned to play with fire We go higher and higher and higher
Vast vision must improve our sight Perhaps at last we'll see and end To our home's endless blight And the beginning of the free Climb to tranquility Finding it's real worth Conceiving the heavens Flourishing on Earth
Higher and higher Now we've learned to play with fire We go higher and higher and higher
_________________ "With every decision, think seven generations ahead of the consequences of your actions" Ute rule of life. “We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children”― Chief Seattle “Those Who Have the Privilege to Know Have the Duty to Act”…Albert Einstein
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