smile for me. (:

you think the only people who are people
are the people who look and think like you
but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
you'll learn things you never knew you never knew

come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
come taste the sun - sweet berries of the earth
come roll in all the riches all around you
and for once, never wonder what they're worth

--colors of the wind, pocahontas