~choose joy to be kind~

it is moments like these where our hearts, our spirits 

sit together and share and reminiscence, about our sad, 

our joy and hopefully we will focus on the nostalgia 

of joy 

  

for if the flower would hang out only when the mist 

and grey hovered, its colors would not be as brilliant 

its stem would not be as sturdy, and its stoma would 

not flourish to feed the bird and bee 

 

if the seas would wave, only, to the the moon at night 

then the osprey would not soar and dolphins would 

not jump, play and skip o’er glistening ocean white 

caps under the gold rays of the sun 

 

and so remember this moment of choosing joy in 

lieu of the memory of misty grey, for our choice will 

grasp our hand and lead us not astray, from this  

moment on, toward kindness of our fellow ‘man’