Flying Our Joy Flags
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Lighter than the clouds, we waltz with the breeze , flying our joy flags. We need no reason; they are too many to count and we would rather dance.
All the trees are singing and the hawk flies in the sky. Everything’s in motion; let us dance.
The creek is rushing over the rocks, its bubbles racing downstream. The fishes gleam beneath its waters. And we are flying our joy flags
Oh, celebrate! Celebrate the beauty of this day. Celebrate its light and its motion and its song.
It is too beautiful to spend on anything but celebration. We spin and we twirl and hurl our colors to the wind. Come, dance with us. We’re flying our joy flags.
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