can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring  and watch them grow and hear the birds singing  and as the passer-by smells  newborn fruit  it will give them a reason to follow suit.   can't the love we accept be the love we give?  the hungry and poor need somewhere to live  honest they can call anywhere home  if their feet find a welcome mat, and open arms.    so lay your weapons on the ground  let the peace erase the sirens sound  let gardens grow and abide by yours  and this weeded world will spin in reverse.  (on the mass shooting in Orlando, FL.)