On the Magic Bus we ride,
Through fields of green and flowers bright.
The road atlas guides us with its lines,
As we journey through the world's design.
In Spring, the world is new,
And so are we, with each passing view.
The trees stretch high, the sky is blue,
And all around, life begins anew.
The Magic Bus is more than just a ride,
It's a journey through our souls inside.
As we travel down the open road,
We learn to let go and let life unfold.
So let us embrace this moment in time,
And all the beauty that surrounds our climb.
For on this Magic Bus we find,
A deeper understanding of our own mind.