And the Oscar goes to the people on Earth
Standing on a billion shoulders,
together we reach great heights.
Proudly, we scream the stories of our lives.
Someone ought to give an Oscar to all of us—
rewarding us for our deeds,
for living the fullest,
for crying the loudest.
The moment we came to Earth,
we all added unique paint,
each one sparkling the world,
the beautiful canvas, in the end,
together we prepared.
We solved the great mysteries of the universe,
dominated infinite fields,
yielded lots of love,
the cheerful Earth we together keep.
We all are artists—
great ones,
evolved the world,
lived through every hail,
studied the magic,
together we sail.
The future holds a different genre.
Climbing the ladder of eight billion Oscars,
they will reach a higher peak,
a more vibrant canvas we'll seek.
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