Creativity, purpose, passion, love, freedom
Up and up and up we go
Feet on the ground
Eyes to the hill
Starting low we're following slow
The sight of The Dreaming Tree
Somewhere on its glowing path
We reach the moments where we laugh
And sometimes when the path is steep
We find the moments that make us weep
Onward upward forward bound
Your feet will never leave the ground
Yet as your step repeats the chant
Onward upward is the dance
We'll meet each other at the top
If you keep going and just don't stop
We'll find a bough and notice there
The fruits that followed our blossoms of care
We tended and watered and took each step there
To realise dreams we plucked from the air.
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