Beautiful People, Beautiful Soul
In the morning light where the world comes alive,
Beautiful people gather, their spirits will thrive.
From the bustling streets of New Delhi’s embrace,
To the quiet of Kyoto, each heart finds its place.
In the heart of Africa, where the drums beat strong,
With a rhythm of unity, they sing their song.
From the Maasai warriors, proud and so bold,
Their stories of courage are treasures of gold.
Across the fields of Ireland, the green hills so bright,
With laughter like rainbows, they dance through the night.
In the warmth of their pubs, with a tale on each lip,
The bonds of their laughter, a sweet friendship’s sip.
In the markets of Mexico, colors burst free,
With a fiesta of flavors, each bite a jubilee.
From the corn on the cob to the sweet churros’ glow,
In every shared meal, the love starts to flow.
In the land...
Beautiful people gather, their spirits will thrive.
From the bustling streets of New Delhi’s embrace,
To the quiet of Kyoto, each heart finds its place.
In the heart of Africa, where the drums beat strong,
With a rhythm of unity, they sing their song.
From the Maasai warriors, proud and so bold,
Their stories of courage are treasures of gold.
Across the fields of Ireland, the green hills so bright,
With laughter like rainbows, they dance through the night.
In the warmth of their pubs, with a tale on each lip,
The bonds of their laughter, a sweet friendship’s sip.
In the markets of Mexico, colors burst free,
With a fiesta of flavors, each bite a jubilee.
From the corn on the cob to the sweet churros’ glow,
In every shared meal, the love starts to flow.
In the land...