The Good Things

A healthy soul, a healthy mind To a healthy body bind A twist of fate ever entwined In the arms of those who find: A feather pure as gold. What is this feather? Pure and sweet, The brush of skin from those we meet On a crowded train, a busy street, Where kindness is a common feat: A smile so sincere. A smile is a soundless ovation, With beauty that’s so much it’s never rationed It is the artist’s inspiration Upon the canvas of the nation Can you hear the bells? The bells of liberty are ringing, Like a herald they are bringing Those to whom goodness is clinging Safe from life’s bitter stinging They never stand alone. Stand alone? We never will, Because we are united still When joined we are too tough to kill We feel as we deserve to feel: Loved, treasured, and adored.