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.