People write about tragedy in hope to gain closer.
As Notre Dame burns, they write.
As people die, they write.
But why don't we preserve the happy in time.
When all is lost and sadness wins,
What happy will left but the word written by visionaries.
Those who saved happy in a bottle.
Those who found ways to keep the happy a float.
To the sadness I say,
Find grace in the pain.
Learn to dance in the rain.
Learn to love with the fire.
And mostly be someone who inspires.