In harmony,
Creating understanding,
Bonds of Beauty
And ample sentiment,
Poetry,
Console, such as We,
Save these dreamer souls
That forever wander,
Only searching love,
And fraternity.
In harmony,
Creating understanding,
Bonds of Beauty
And ample sentiment,
Poetry,
Console, such as We,
Save these dreamer souls
That forever wander,
Only searching love,
And fraternity.
Try to predict,Future’s Sky,Look at the clouds,Feel the wind,Ask somebodyHow to win.But no matter,What you do,Nor how hard you try!Predicting the FutureIs an impossible lie.
The magic of their blessings,Will make the Spirit grow,And You will flower,And become a Person,That you will Love to know.
That has been so beautifully composed?Yes, the One you Love.
Translated into words,Tying to capture clarity,From all that is blurred?What makes a Poet?I really don’t know,But I knowYou can’t teach itNor in your garden, grow.
That’s what the World,Should be made of.
You feel lost,Instead of grass,Walking sadly, amongst the weeds.