[Intro] The sun does not petition for permission to be bright. The bee does not rehearse its errand through the light. [Verse 1] You cannot order gladness the way you order bread. You open, and the living comes lifting through the thread. A yawn, a step, a sudden laugh the body already knows. Joy is not a finished thought. It is the blood that flows. [Pre-Chorus] Do not command the weather inside your own skin. The inner weather finds its law the moment you begin. [Chorus] Spontaneity knows its own order. The flower never begs the rain. Follow joy and it will lead you back into your own domain. Not dignity with folded hands, not sorrow dressed as grace— the dance of consciousness itself is shining in your face. [Verse 2] A cell is glad without a creed. A leaf is rich without a plan. You were not born to ration life or prove you are a man who earned the right to wonder. Wonder was the first inheritance. Claim the feast that keeps you here. It asks for no repentance. [Bridge] If there is discipline worth keeping, keep the discipline of joy. Creativity begins in play and play is not a toy. Release yourself to your own force. The current knows the shore. You do not lose the self that way. You find it more and more. [Chorus] Spontaneity knows its own order. The bees keep time without a chart. Follow joy and it will lead you into the wiser heart. Not long words and heavy brows, not virtue made of stone— true spirit is of earth and song and will not walk alone. [Outro] The miracle is not arriving. The miracle is this: you are the source the morning uses every time you live.
