Wednesday, September 23, 2009


When half the world has gone to bed,
The other half awakes.
Beyond each desert full of sand
Are oceans, ponds, and lakes.

For every whale beneath the sea,
An ant digs through the dirt.
For every sob or sadness there's
A hug to heal the hurt.

A valley binds each mountain range,
A field for every wood,
An answer for each question and
For every bad, a good.

A balance turns the widest world,
And guides the smallest flea.
There's room enough for all, and still
A place for you and me.

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