We are the power
Let go of all the “sour”
Build our own tower
In this hour
To become a beautiful flower

We use a “broom”
For all that “looms”
In our inner rooms
By the time It becomes noon
We open up and bloom

We feel moon/sunlight
Feel our Might
To take a flight
At a new height
Using our own kite

We can create
And initiate
A new conscious state
When we facilitate
In what is great

It is NEVER too late