New Flowers

New flowers, ancient powers,
ancestors speaking to me.
Like vines intertwining,
wisdom is leaking into me.

And we are wise and we are strong.
We are humble and we come from the sun.
Round and round we go.
The sun, radiant we glow.

And we’re rising to the occasion
to lift your very soul.
We’re rising to the occasion
to lift your very soul.

The air is a singer, the fire is a song,
as sure as this earth I’m standing on.
The air is a singer, the fire is a song,
as sure as this earth I’m standing on.

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