The Strength of We

We are the story being woven each moment.

We hold hands with Ancestors from Before and Yet to come, those far, far beyond…

We do not fear the dark for we are the candle that never dims.

Our paints are of colors never before seen.

We are the canvas.

Our home is everywhere.

We’ve come to learn, not conquer.

Heal humanities Heart and Mind and fly with the Singing Bird at dawn.

Stories live on our fingertips and

We’ve barely even begun to dance.

We’ve come to gently whisper, “You can come out now, its safe.”

One cannot hold back a river, let alone a generation of Lovers.

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