Pass it on
Let it be a legacy
When children laughed
Hearts gleaming in the garden
The leaves dancing with mirth
Tears turning into smile soften the pain
O my goodly maestro
I have been by the shore
Silently inhaling the salted blue
Holding my flute with grandeur
Searching for a fine tune
Multiferious waves began to dance
Pass it on
Arrogance of the wind
Killing the breeze
Will there be a legacy
Will the birds sing
Will the leaves dance
O heaven moon
Trembling eyes
In the wilderness

Written by
Jean C Bertrand