Beautiful harmony bound in colour
Songs of the masses, bright and alive
Sung long ago, now, and forever
Bringing us all together to thrive.
Countless stories told in their true forms
That our lilting memories be sung
To teach those new, how weather makes storms
And how the mother cares for her young
Thousands of voices join in the choir
Forming a canvas painted in song
New ones shall sing should older ones tire
In concord forever, we belong.
Knowledge and wisdom telling of age
With the vibrance and beauty of youth
Are bound together, youthful yet sage
To conceive of our internal truth.
We sing as not one voice but many;
No conductor could dream to take lead
For one voice defying another
Would advent our greatest hour of need.
A/N: Admittedly, the grammar is strange: it's hard to write 20 lines of 9 syllables each.