Clouds scattered like strewn paper across a floor.
Waves racing to grasp at escaping sand,
Before the night swallows everything in its path.
But don’t sigh and turn away, for now the magic begins,
For like a theatre, the lights will dim and a hush greets the crowd.
A distant song that has no words, serenades for those who care,
To stop their laborious work and listen for awhile.
It’s not a song about money, or paying for your way,
But a call to join together, and unite for peace and love.