If life were a performing arts festival Crows on stilts would greet us every morning And shells with legs would cross the path That leads to the Healing Field where we’d Curl up on the warm earth and rest.
If life were a performing arts festival Bodies of every age and shape and gender and race Would come together in one Firework explosion of self-expression Without judgment or sarcasm or hate.
If life were a performing arts festival There would be no ‘in’ or ‘out’ of fashion And we’d wear sparkle on our cheeks And drawings on our bodies And love in our hearts.
If life were a performing arts festival We’d wonder through the woods and find Woven sculptures of creatures That would sit with us around the fire And help us create new legends and myths.
If life were a performing arts festival We’d sit in tents and listen to storytellers And poets and singers and comedians Who’d spin us around with their sounds And heal us with their voices.
If life were a performing arts festival We’d fly our f…
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