
We dance our green,
We dance our blue,
We dance our gold,
Our dance is true and big and bold.
Our dance is seen
Unseen, unsold,
It grows its widening arc.
All around the love-filled globe.

Some prefer the sun
And some prefer the strobe.
And some prefer the dark.
It’s all a part of rainbow’s arc.
The music is the blossoms and the blooms.
The joy jumps in arching rooms
Beneath the sky on windswept plains;
Beneath the pour of cleansing rains.
Jungle deeps and bright bazaars,
Piano, flute, and gold guitars.

The people’s joy won’t be contained;
Creativity is not constrained.
Trust and love and gratitude
Fill skies once filled with smoke and choke and attitude.
Elders, children, even dogs and cats,
Begin to join us in our song.
Begin to join our growing throng.
A thousand soon becomes a million strong.
A million grows to billions and erelong,
We garden back the planet once we trashed.
We weave together what we smashed.

The steps are small;
But dance is all;
Soon, everyone is standing tall.
As all are dancing, all for all.
We can do this, you and me.
We and all humanity.
Wake at last from stupid war.
Enjoy instead what life is for.
We can do this, you and me.
We and all humanity.

We can dance in maize and blue.
It’s just what we are meant to do.
Help and learn and farm, invent.
War is something we’ll prevent.
The steps are small;
But dance is all;
Soon, everyone is standing tall.
As all are dancing, all for all.
We can do this, you and me.
We and all humanity.

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Index to Pattern Language for Cooperation and Collaboration
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