I know the secret, the answer to the question
it's right before our eyes with blinding reason
this is our mother, our home
moral infants who has not grown
"through the mountains and the trees
to the sun and the gentle summer breeze
past the wilderness and untammed seas
the possibilities are endless
yet nature is never defenceless"
Harmony becomes a balance
that has always been a challange
in a universe so vast, it's easy to forget our past
in a blanket of pearls, filled with unique worlds
we often neglect our own rock beneath our feet
detached from ourselves has only made us weak
"Past the deserts, and the jungles
beyond the heavens, to the depths of hell
where energy expands to be free
we live in a universe, in perfect harmony"
our very touch, leaves a print
within the fabric of our exsistance