We weave and we unravel, we mend and we create. The thread keeps on running—beginning into the future.
a scribble on a page of music.
A whispered could‑we-try‑it line,
that slips beyond the limits.
It winds through seasonal shift,
hums under quiet influence.
A ribbon made of questions,
that the wise ones can't ignore.
It threads holds the fresh ideas,
it gathers every creative moment,
From single idea scatter to-
the bright future together;
We follow the continuous thread of ideas,
From the first small ember to-
the fields it lights up,
We weave and we unravel,
we mend and we create,
The thread keeps on extending—
beginning into the future time.
There’s emotion in the communication,
courage in the gut,
A skyline built of colorful themes,
People learn, grow and mature,
overcoming obstacles of different sorts ,
Through lessons learned,
they share the light of wisdom.
No single hand can hold it,
no single mind can bind it up.
It grows with every stumble,
with every thought inclined.
We weave the continuous thread of ideas,
From the little creative initiative to -
the breakthrough innovation,
that it push through.
We claim what we discover,
we verify what we doubt,
The thread keeps extending
pull it slowly out.
Oh, the thread keeps on spinning,
and the maps rearrange,
One stitch can change the range
When someone thinks it's finished,
the thread just finds a seam,
It slips into a question,
become another cluster of ideas.
We pass it in the hallway,
we fold it in our luggage
We weave it like a kite,
we set it free, ultimately.
So weave fresh ideas into-
futures yet unfold,
And tie them to the skyline with -
the wind underneath.
We follow the continuous threads of change,
A golden filament,
a quiet path that leads.
We hold a thousand fragments—
each one a tiny piece,
We glue them up,
and make them holistic.
Oh, the thread keeps on running,
through the goals we try to archives,
The humanity we all share together to-
shape a great global landscape.
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