As the world turns, we find our way here,
With love to give, and wounds held near.
So many smiles, yet sorrow’s sound,
As hate’s own gravity keeps some bound.

I dream of love that breaks and grows,
That lifts like dawn, where sunlight flows.
Why can’t we see we’re meant to be
A world that lives in harmony?

From the same roots, our lives entwine,
Branches born of an ancient line.
A bond that holds through future and past,
In time’s own cycle, made to last.

So love, not hate; let joy erase frowns.
Lift each other up, for what goes, comes around.