I see words

And songs and poems

Of sadness.

So here I write one of hope.

Because in the world of words

With which we craft our dreams

All is possible. Why dwell?

When you can create.

Words are strength

Of spirit, of heart.

Use them, to bend that misery which weighs you in this life

To a plow with which you till your fields.

Be joyful.

For today you have life.

Be hopeful.

For tomorrow it may yet improve.

Be loving.

For why must we hate?

Above all else:

Be.