Stand Tall
I sit and ponder the joys of life, From the crisp green forests, To the shimmering blue seas, The wonders of this world come into being, Through the Darkness is scary, with monsters galore, I know in my heart, that it's filled with much more, As I descend deeper in thought, My problems and worries start to seem small, The beauty of Mother Earth, Shines through the world's evils, As part of her, as I know we all are, I feel a sort of calmness, starting to groe, Though there are pains in this world, Suffering and strife, There is also good fortunes, of tidings and light, Love and tender kindness, will always conquer all, So get up, ans remember to stand tall
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