Be a flower

It was early morning
and the red morning glory had just bloomed
for the first time ever,
so the gardener walked over and said,
Welcome to Earth

The flower smiled
and then continued
simply being,
and the gardener did the same

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Flowers are cool

Yeah, and wise

Very wise

They come and go
without drama

They never complain

They accept all that comes,
rain or drought,
equanimously

They don’t care
if they bloom or wilt,
live or die

They don’t think about the past
or worry about the future

Calm and quiet,
they simply are

Butterflies and bees
come and go,
and flowers simply let them flow
away
and welcome them
if they return

We can learn a lot from flowers

Yeah

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And so the army of flowers
grew quietly on the front,
observing all and imparting wisdom,
and inspiring others
to be like flowers

♫ ♫ ♫

April

It’s hot, man

Yeah,
43 in the shade

I knew a girl in Taiwan named April
She was hot too

April is always hot,
at least in this part of the world

Hot is good

All is good

Nature gives us tamarinds,
and some beautiful trees begin to bloom,
in April

Nature gives us what we need

Nature is never wrong

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At the end of the road

The drummers rode
down a paved road that turned
into dirt
and continued on,
as the sun was setting,
into the jungle
for a while

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 And at the end of the road
lay Valhalla,
a jungle bar and a few tents
pitched here and there

Hello
Would you mind
if we drummed for a while?

Please do
We’re all on mushrooms

Cool

And so the drummers took out their djembes
and began to play
a rhythm,
and several friendly girls
began to dance

♫ ♫ ♫

Rhythms flowed
as the moon rose quietly in the dark,
and after a few hours
it was time to rest

Thank you, brothers
Please come and play
for us again

The drummers smiled and gently nodded,
and then they got on their bikes
and rode away

♫ ♫ ♫