We stood, eyes closed, and visualized the world seen from outer space. The
shining, blue-and-white, glassy sphere, supremely beautiful.
We imagined all the earthly sounds we might hear if we listened carefully –
the sighing of winds, breaking of waves, birdsong, animal cries, human voices
in a thousand languages. One song.
We imagined all the movement we might detect – cloud shadows shifting,
tides heaving, rivers flowing, insects swarming, animals leaping, human
beings in their millions going about their work and play. One dance.
We saw so clearly how our world is one. One song, one dance, one world.
How much it matters. And that now might be our one chance to save it.
One song,
One dance,
One world,
One chance.
shining, blue-and-white, glassy sphere, supremely beautiful.
We imagined all the earthly sounds we might hear if we listened carefully –
the sighing of winds, breaking of waves, birdsong, animal cries, human voices
in a thousand languages. One song.
We imagined all the movement we might detect – cloud shadows shifting,
tides heaving, rivers flowing, insects swarming, animals leaping, human
beings in their millions going about their work and play. One dance.
We saw so clearly how our world is one. One song, one dance, one world.
How much it matters. And that now might be our one chance to save it.
One song,
One dance,
One world,
One chance.
envoyé par dq82 - 29/12/2016 - 19:29
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Tune and arrangement: the South African song Mayenziwe ‘Ntando Yakho
RAISED VOICES
London Political Street Choir
2007
One World, One Chance