They call it poetry in motion
When the lines flow one after the other
In endless eddies through the tide of rhymes
To make their own little song each time.
They call it life in motion
When the time slips by in a daze
And you forget that today was yesterday
And tomorrow is on the way.
They call it love in motion
When two people reach out and hold hands
And tell the world that whatever they believe
The two of them were meant to be.
They call it hope in motion
When the broken and the beaten smile
And stand up tall, becoming strong
Through right and wrong.
They call it courage in motion
When one man dares to stand against the crowd
And stand with the innocent victimised
With undisguised, distinguished pride.
They call it dreams in motion
When someone finds the courage inside them
To set the ball rolling down the road
And follow wherever it goes.
They call it humanity in motion
When someone takes the hand of a crying child
And sings to them, to ease their fears,
To somehow end the tears.
They call it faith in motion
When prayers are answered and miracles happen
And when people look up to the sky
And smile back their reply.
And they call it flight in motion
When someone decides that enough is enough,
Takes the chance to spread their wings wide,
And vanishes into the clear blue sky.