Write, Paint, Dance And Sing

If I could remake the world in one way tonight, I know exactly what I would do. I would wave a thought throughout the atmosphere, across the sky, sending it everywhere. It would be magical, marvelous, wondrous, and wonderful. I would make it so everyone could write, paint, dance and sing.

I can't help but think that if each of us, all of us, could do each and all of those things that each and every part of the world would be that much better. I can see it now. I can hear it too. I'm smiling to think of it.

We'd write letters and songs. Poetry. Words would have meaning. The language would have music again when we talked. We'd color the sky with our eyes and our hearts, filling it with blues, reds, gold, and grays, making the ocean blush with pleasure. We'd dance with our voices and sing with our feet. We'd finally get to know things about each other.

It would happen because we'd have a reason to listen to each other, a reason to want to. It seems that the reason is what we've lost, and that's all that we need. If we could all write, and paint, dance, and sing, we'd have a reason to read, look, and listen, to open our minds, our hearts, and our souls to what could be.

Imagine the colors the sky would provide once it found out that we would actually look. Imagine the colors already there, if we would just make a reason to see.