From the ashes of tragedy springs the opportunity for hope.........

With this canvass, so barren and white,
I imagine the beauty, the incredible sight,
When all the colors others threw away,
Become the colors for me on this day.

From the tears of children flows the opportunity for growth.........

The old man sat and began to weave a tale,
Of victories and losses of times so regaled,
He waved his arms and pointed towards the sky,
We work and live, and we sometimes must die.

From this day forward we shall feel the morning sun............

To loose yourself in the clouds on this day,
Can free your souls in most imaginary ways,
If looking the longer at the clouds you have fun,
Remember they'll part and then here comes the sun.

To tell the truth will help conquer the darkness.......

If I lie about passion and I am deceitful to others,
Then I will fail sorrowfully my sisters and brothers,
If integrity is tossed out the window late at night,
We will loose all the meaning, the meaning of life.

To remember the good and the bad are universal...

The ying and the yang must somehow come together,
Forgiving ourselves makes us float like a feather,
From pain and defeat, we learn life has its chances,
So sing the sad lyrics and then learn all the dances.

In all that we do there are forces of nature......

No greatness could come from those sitting so still,
You must tackle the day with an undying will,
All things found in motion of life swirling crazy,
Were designed for the doers and not for the lazy.

I am really me but part of you, too.....

No hiding our heads in the sand of denial,
Will keep us facing the judge and the trial,
We are fused together, all people on Earth,
Community first and a focus, new birth.