Make now the most precious time
Now will never come again

Happiness doesn't come from having things
It comes from being a part of things

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of summer lie in the road-
Remember the summer birds with wings of fire blazing.
Come to witness springs new hope born of leaves decaying

As new life will come from death, love will come from pleasure

Love of love, life of life, and giving without measure

Almost Seeing

Live hand and hand and together we will stand in the threshold of a dream