Whispers of soft grasses
Educated masses
Making eye contact
As bodies passing
New wishes being made
As over-sized dandelions
Grow in spades
Fear fades
Along creek water race
I pace myself to match the need
The speed of a brand new wave
Colorado is the time
Now is the place
I waste not
The want for peace
Breathing deep
Stretch to reach
Be here now
Instruments checked for sound
Moved the entire crowd
Blue lights begin to fade
As the stage begins to sleep
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