Beginning Of The World

The earth is damp, the scent of the beginning of the world. People now cry for all the injustices and they laugh at the hypocrisy, festering sores. We move together through our small world with a gentle rhythm, I ask you 'Where are we going'? You reply, 'To the birth of our passion, to the essence of a natural grace that dances with nature's raw illusions, we will feel no end, just the beginning. Our moments is the magic.' We breathe in all the damaged souls and exhale to fill their void. The earth reaches out to the sun and the clouds gratefully, I mend as you drive carefully around every unknown bend, two heartbeats divided but now as one...complete.