Inside the soft fluff of the black willow blooms lie the seeds, little black dots that might become a whole new tree
Why do we live life on the surface,
reaching for the next shiny thing
forgetting the fruit that lies within?
The juicy sweetness obscured
by the color of our skin
and the place we call home
So, we starve for love
and hope is scarce,
because you are a banana
and I am a pear
The fruits of our thoughts
the kindness of our deeds
can heal the wounds of hate and fear
If we embrace both many and one our hearts will grow enough for all the love we have to share
Turn down the noise,
go outside – listen
Make neighbors friends
and smile at the old
for many are alone
The world is our teacher
she is the source of every
gift we give and get
So treat her gently and
thank the stars for all we
are and all that we might be
