In your mind lies waves of spectra
A phenomenon reached through your voice
And the good life can be your choice
A life at ease is only extra
When the wings of birds decor the world
Hike on through the falling forest
And you'll meet a flower, ready to flourish
With radiant colors and twirling spectra
And you'll drift along with beaming colors
Floating above moutains of bears
Painted blue on flying lovers
That shade your face from world despairs
And the spectra coats all of nature
To keep the good throughout our words
Cause the bad life is only a conjecture
In a mind full of spectra herds
