The secret of birds, bees, fish and trees.
Enough space to join and leave,

To dance, pivot and spin.
To know where self ends, and others begin,

To be allowed to exist, to be
To appreciate dynamics in harmony,

The flock, the school, the group and way,
Permission to deviate but still be okay.

To speed up or slow down,
The shyness of the crown,

Oh, there is in nature to be seen,
For in said glory, we can glean.