Live your life in such a manner that when you die the world cries and you rejoice. A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the tradewinds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
All movement is to invisible music although few people hear it.
It comes from the sun and the wind and the movement of water and a running rabbit and a crowing cock, and together it is a part of a great symphony. On this Fourth of July the question to ponder Is the freedom of man to live, not to squander. What is best for our children to know and to learn From China to home - is to love not to burn. To seek a new world with pride in all peoples Through love and respect - we're created as equals. We know in our hearts what is right and correct To sow peace and not hatred - no matter effect.