Let’s go!

Let’s build and climb and run

We can do anything

We can be anything

Because this is the world

And it’s all ours

 

Quiet down little optimist.

Look at the gray sky

And the gray snow

And the gray trees

It has nothing to offer

It’s all dead

 

Wrong, Mr. Realist. 

Pull back the blanket of the sky.

It’s all blue!

Scrape off the top layer of gray snow. 

It’s all white!

Scratch of a little tree bark.

It’s all green!

 

Everything is alive

Everything is vibrant