Hive Open Mic Week 165 - Colors of the Wind

Hello Music lovers of Hive!

It's been quite a while that I have not participated on the weekly Hive Open Mic. But I am grateful I am back now. I was scanning through the entries for this week's theme In love with Nature and Mother Earth., and everyone did a great job. I love the theme. I have always love nature and the feeling I get everytime I have close encounter with the wonderful creations all around me.

It passes all my understanding how every element works just perfect. In the morning when I send our children to school, I always look up the sky and give thanks for another day. The sun, the clouds, the air that we breathe indicates we are truly love by the One who created all of these we are enjoying. It is our solemn duty to protect and preserve it.

So I taught of singing this song today, Colors of the Wind by Vanessa Williams. This song serves as a reminder that that we don't own this Earth we lived in. We must learn to respect and co-exist with every living thing there in. I love this song from the movie, Pocahontas.

Here is the lyrics:

Colors of the Wind
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You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Loving the lyrics of this song. Thank you for listening! Thank you @wizj for this theme.