The rain pours down along with deafening thunder,
We stand in its midst and can't help but wonder,

In all of earth's beauty, and miraculous ways,
how can we sit here just waisting our days?

So many flowers and so much grace,
yet we're racing through life as if it's a race.

Past's dark shadows keep holding us back,
there sre so many colours and still we see black.

With media and politics where is the magick?
No wonder we can't see that life isn't tragic.

In all this madness we mustn't place blame,
Not even with judgement, corruption, or fame.

Instead open our hearts and start acceptiong,
that life can be hard, wonderful, and perplexing.