Let my poetry be the rain of spring,
bringing the dead to life,
young vivacious sprouting leaves
dancing and smiling in the sunlight.
Let my poetry be the bright light in the night,
inspiring minds to reach deft heights.
Let my poetry be a hand stretched to those falling off a cliff,
And a shred of cloth,
to those shedding tears of lost fights.
Let my poetry blow away every single grain of hate in our minds
And sow seeds of love in each and every soul.
Let it be the recipe for peace and justice
Where there is none.