we must bow at their feet

Time passing by like grains of sand
When you give back to others, the world lends a hand
No need to fear or question whether the path is right
Glide like a bird; stand tall take flight.

Up in the sky the beautiful birds soar
Harmoniously interweaving, no one keeps score
Like the notes of a piano played in key
Its about balance, equilibrium, letting yourself be free.

Those that think too much pollute the garden its true
But those people don’t have to impact you
Upkept minds lead to upkept acts
Happiness follows those who give back.

Beauty is birth, pureness, the first bud of spring
Two lovers falling deeply; a new born they may bring
The first bird song of the morning sounds so sweet
To those missionaries and martyrs we must bow at their feet

An unknown can be good like a crisp white page
Where a life can be painted in honor of the sage
So keep those scales to centre if we fall off that’s ok
What matters is we try again each and every day.