The Optimist's Glass
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