Vivid colors, black and white,
Spinning round with all their might,
Pushing in and pulling out,
All the things we know about,

Round and round in circles go,
Life and death, the things we know,
Good and bad go hand in hand,
As do seas and all the land,

There's not one without the other,
Grab them both and don't you bother,
There's no thing without something,
Listen, watch and dance and sing,

Feel and taste, go on, just be,
Be the wind that bends the tree,
Be the wave that wets the sands,
Be the sun that warms the lands,

From above, within the clouds,
Filled with gems of joyful crowds,
Dive the drops of rainy sands,
They touch the ground like clapping hands.

Silence is what makes sound grow,
Space shapes everything we know,
There's never one without the other,
Experience both and you'll uncover

That is you who makes them be,
The wind and sun, the taste of tea,
The warmth and cold, the voice within,
Be still and quiet, and it will begin,

Acrobatic leaves and winds,
Swirl the colours, spanning wings,
For the emptiness within,
Creates the dance of leaves that spin.