As new seeds of hope are planted and new flowers bloom. Let the minds of our children be the fertile ground of change. Let the horrors of war and want be lessons learned and not repetitive actions that are an endless cycle of grief. Let us be the purveyors of wisdom and lets us teach discipline and kindness with a firm but nurturing hand. Let our children grow up and become the rule and not the exception. Let new ideas drive our world forward and enjoin cultures from the old divides. Let vines grow across ideologies and let knowledge create opportunities. From the old waste lands of hatred and distrust, let new friendships emerge and grow. Let the next generation give hope and let there be a new tomorrow, better than our yesterday.