Seeds Of Diversity
We are the children of flowers
One morning I woke up from a beautiful dream in which I heard a song that was sung to me by people who lived on the water in a wonderful place. It went like this:
We are the children
the children of flowers
flowers from a special seed
They fell out of heaven
down to the ground
and we were born from the sound the sound
Yes we were born from the sound.
Don't you remember my sisters and brothers
the place from where we came?
Dont you remember our spiritual name
Is we are all the same the same
Yes, we are all the same.