Roots of Colors

Yeah, man...
Listen to the wind blowing through the trees,
Feel the rhythm, let it set you free.
One love.
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Walking barefoot on the wet and open earth,
The morning sun reminds us of our daily worth.
There is no rush upon the clock, no need to run,
Mother Nature shares her blessings with everyone.
Look at the wild flowers growing without a doubt,
That's how life is, brother, let your spirit float out.
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Give thanks and praise for the gift to just be,
Walking with the earth, learning how to be free.
Being small is a dream, growing old is an honor,
Every chapter of life beats with the same warm color.
No matter your age, come along and sing,
Life is a sweet present that time keeps bringing.
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Grandpa with his laughter keeping stories alive,
The young ones with their eyes determined to thrive.
Children running wild like the river's clear flow,
Melting every winter frost with the warmth they show.
Every age has its blossom, every season its song,
Beat by beat together, where we all belong.
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Give thanks and praise for the gift to just be,
Walking with the earth, learning how to be free.
Being small is a dream, growing old is an honor,
Every chapter of life beats with the same warm color.
No matter your age, come along and sing,
Life is a sweet present that time keeps bringing.
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Look at the blue sky, feel the gentle breeze,
Mother Nature's wisdom whispers through the trees.
From the seed to the fruit, from the fruit to the flower,
Living in the present is our greatest power.
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Yeah, man...
Enjoy the today, give thanks for the yesterday.
One love, one heart.
Bless up.
Yoona

Reggae, Chill, Relaxing, Female Vocals, Moderate (76-108 BPM)