In our visions, we see better days and a brighter tomorrow for all that rests in our passionate art of our own wonderful human imagination.

We are that imaginative muse, aren’t we? That fairytale alive we call life.

Summer days call in the rebuke of all that live shining in like a stable objection to death.

Day by day we seek, we sour, and in that hour of demise, we see clearly the story of us.

Illusions can mask intentions but those who eventually find the substance of truth can see past any pending doubt that looms.

It is together we blissfully sustain our abundance of love in the classic art of infused collective consciousness.

In harmony, we graze the sands of indifference and reach the peak of peace triumphant.

We are all unique souls possessing instrumental talents that allow us to play our own tune thriving for our own pitch in the symphony song called, life.

We all serve a purpose and contribute greatly to the song each in our own way. Hence, there is never one too many for all play their part in time and in with necessity.

As a beautiful distinct harmonious tune, sharing and caring our gifts life becomes that much more interesting.

Source: Harmony