Music, living, happy, grace
Whirling, twirling, endless through space
Smiling, growing, dancing, singing, a glow on its face
It grins at you as it tumbles,
And you glimpse it only for a moment,
But it only takes a moment
For you to see it clearly,
And to like what you see,
And to chase it through the stars.
Go, chaser, go!
Run through the stars.
What is this thing I speak of? It seems that it is different for us all. Find it.