Written by a friend of mine, Natalya Twohill (yes, she's the sister of Paul Twohill):
"The wind rushing through the grass, the thrush in the treetops, and children tumbling in senseless mirth stir in us a bright faith in life. Life is the childhood of immortality. Therefore; What do we live for, if not to make the world less difficult for each other? It is after all, mostly little, common things that make up our lives, for the highest reward for a person's toil is not what she gets for it, but rather what she becomes by it. The beauty that is seen is partly within those who see it."
Beautiful verse.
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