Love is in the turning of fear into ease.
One can take formula and write it to please.
That probable future that none of us own
Can be imagined and made in lovely tones.
In notes filled with summer and summer alone 
For whatever takes focus is sure to be blown.

It's artists we are and dreamers too.
We mold our earth's living so that
our dreams can come true!

We sculpt with our vision  we paint with our hands 
We weave the unseen into threads that expand.
From whispers of stardust to echoes of song 
We shape what was fleeting and help it belong.

The canvas of time is both fragile and wide 
With each step we take  the colors collide.
For fear may be shadow  but light still remains--
Love is the artist that softens the stains.

So dream  dear creator  let wonder take flight 
Turn sorrow to story and dark into light.
For what we envision  we breathe into form--
A world ever-shifting  yet love keeps it warm.