So, turn your hands
and open your palms,
and life will give you gifts.
Change might come
and spin you 'round,
but your heart will find its lifts.  

Plow your lands
and plant your seeds,
and watch them as they grow.
Water them
and pray for them,
and reap more than you've sown.

And if happiness is what you want,
then listen to me speak.  
There's secret to the sunlight.
'Tis a gift that's always free.
Free love and light and sustenance,
without the old "give me!"