I drew a breath and made it long, Springtime energy shall not prolong, the great revealing song of going now to full throng. A bird now full throttle knew: here and now the energy blew sweet waves of colour through that easy going thing: to know just when to sing and all life in harmony bring with sweet melody as Springtime enfold fast and furiously to see 'the power that resides in me', expressively for show: all colours know that in the height of flow, there is no stop, there is no go, just full and new, the world that lives in you.