The flowers blooming, all around
Native birds making native sounds

People dancing through the grass, not needing to feel that they’re first class
They’re feeling free within their youth, instead of city girls in a photo booth
Wasting money they could blow, on things they need, not a photo

Breathing in the great fresh air, girls with flowers in their hair
The feint jingling of rusty old keys, to the old Volkswagen full of dreams
Of the young free people staring at clouds, quiet outside but their minds are loud
Thinking of what life is leading them to, it be making art, or travel to Peru
But they don’t know that yet, they are still dreaming
Faces in books, their youth is still gleaming
Now let me leave you with one final quote

The more that you read
The more that you know
The more that you know
The more places you’ll go -Dr.seuss