Track 2

Poem by Elly

Sitting under the tree of green, Listen to all of our creatures unseen, and though some trees must now pas Hope is like a looking glass, fragile at first and easy to break Moving slow upon tender lake, we can be stronger, like noble swift. Even in sleep, the wings keep adrift. Communication, yes, that is the key. From the click of the cricket to the dance of the bee, underground network of possibility. And now have the chance for it to be me. Tell the people and let it be known that truly, yes, truly, you're never alone. Talk to the leaders. Talk to each other, for we are no different than sister and brother, if you are a beast, plant, or a different kind, we are all equal. So keep that in mind.