• Stop. And Look up at the night sky,
    Tranquil, peaceful, littered with crystals, over a sheet of black,
    On the ground we stand,
    Props us up, when it snows; it’s littered with crystals, over a sheet of white,

    Round, The sky, and ground, such beautiful things,
    And, they contrast so much, but they are really just the same,
    Crystals we see on each side, we admire them,
    In this wide universe, everything is together,
    So big, yet so small, it’s all equal,
    Marvel at their beauty, the peaceful feeling of being the same,

    Wait, the sky and the ground, aren’t the same,
    Each colour, Black and White, both opposites,

    Around this world, the hate brews,
    Reluctantly accepting it, we go on,
    Even the sky and ground are compared,

    And opposites…oppose…Be against one and other,
    Lacking difference, really it’s all the same,
    Look at the crystals shine in tune to one and others peaceful song,

    Here, the sheets mean nothing,
    Universe, the sky and ground are nothing,
    My life, their life, the crystals, the peace,
    All means everything,
    Now…And we’ve always known, all is equal,