
High up in the trees
We can see the breeze
We look into the skies
And observe
a formation of geese
*
Not quite perfection
Natural selection
And life’s asymmetries
Are all that we need
*
Except for the ideals
Only what we sense seems real
So hold on firmly
to visions that appeal
Improve everything we feel
**
We can’t back down from our ideals
Unless they prove harmful
Reach out for the best world
Keep our loving arms full
Love has a strong pull
We should get it into our hearts
And into our strong skull
More people should be aware
and caring as we stare out into the world
**
High as stormy seas
More than just a breeze
We look into dark skies
Above the ocean as it heaves
*
Not quite destruction
Natural induction
To life’s fierce qualities
We will never concede
*
Accept healthy ideals
Only what we sense seems real
So hold on firmly to connections
that can heal
Everything we feel
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