more good work gets done
when like brothers & sisters
we all act as one
there may be peace where
you are and i will do my
best to have peace here
these are dark ages
stoke the flames of truth & light
whenever you can
there’s magic in the
paths between the homes of your
friends when you’re little
can you remember
the very first time you saw
a dandelion
fuzzy yellow ball
darker gold in the middle
a few together
act like the person
you want to become when you
forget how to act
from december’s wet
snow the green of kindness grows
towards roots that were numb
