The soul craves nourishment, feed it, embrace it,
When you walk upon fields filled with flowers of all kinds ranging from begonia and zinia to aster and yarrow,
Think also of the poor homeless children who are thinking of more meaningful morrows,
Think for a while and then let the thought go and carry on with the smile,
For in this moment you are only here, you are not fighting a war against poverty just because you want to,
You are not a dreamer just because you dream,
Nor are you someone for whom no one stays, just because you do things you don't mean.
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