Put a little sunshine
In someone's day.
Lend a helping hand
Along the way.
Put a little love
In someone's heart.
Show a little appreciation
For someone's art.
Put a little belief
In someone's dream.
Have a little faith
In someone's being.
Put a little kindness
In someone's life.
See a little worth
In someone's time.
Put a little hope
In someone's sorrow.
Make a little effort
In a better tomorrow.
- Kenn Clark
GRANDMA'S FLOWERS
Each time I go to Grandma's place
To spend some summer hours,
She lets me pick a big bouquet
Of pretty garden flowers.
I've learned the names of almost all
The flowers Grandma grows:
Carnation, iris, pansy, phlox
Petunia, and rose.
The sweet pea is my favorite;
It has a lovely smell.
The flower Grandma likes the best
Is Canterbury bell.
I think my Grandma's wonderful
And hope that when I'm grown,
I'll have a "green thumb" just like hers
And flowers of my own.
~By Pauline S. Walker~
Word of Cheer
Drop a word of cheer and kindness,
Just a flash, and it is gone;
But there's half a hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
On each, splashing, dashing wave,
Till you wouldn't believe the volume
Of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness,
In a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a'swelling,
And there's joy a-circling yet.
And you've rolled a wave of comfort
Whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water,
Just by dropping one kind word.
What Difference Does it Make?
If you know you are being faithful
To the vision you have in view,
If you're sure you are holding steadfast,
There's nothing else you can do,
And that firm and true conviction,
Will take out the hurt and ache
From your heart when folks misjudge you---
What difference does it make?
There are various minds and problems
So think of your fellow man
As living true to his vision
And doing the best he can.
Then hold to your goal undaunted,
Keep ever alert and awake,
Nor mind what the world is saying,
What difference does it make?
If people don't like your methods
And criticize all you do,
So long as you know you're trying,
You're best---what matter to you?
Stick to your sincere convictions.
Be loyal for Truth's own sake,
And even though some condemn you
What difference does it make?
-Unknown
Day By Day
Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder,
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more.
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery,
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver,
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be.
Let me be a little meeker
With a brother that is weaker,
Let me think more of my neighbor,
And a little less of me.
Let me be a little sweeter
Making my life a bit completer,
By doing what I should do
Every minute of the day.
Let me toil without complaining,
By doing what I should do
Every minute of the day.
Let me toil without complaining
Not a humble task disdaining,
Let me face the summons calmly
When death beckons me away.
- Unknown
Keep Sweet
Suppose a world of trouble do
Annoy you day by day;
Suppose that friends considered true
Your trust in them betray;
And rocks may bruise and thorns may tear
Your warn and weary feet,
And every day you meet a snare---
KEEP SWEET
Suppose you have not each desire
That forms within your mind;
And earth denies you half your hire,
And heaven seems unkind;
And you have not the best to wear,
Nor yet the best to eat;
What though you have the meanest fare?
KEEP SWEET
A bitter heart will make things worse
And harder still to bear;
A merry heart destroys the curse
And makes the heavens fair.
So I advise whate'er your cause,
Whatever you may meet-Dwell on the good-
Forget the base---KEEP SWEET
- Unknown
QUOTE
If Trees Could Sing
by charliechen
What do you see when you look at the colour blue?
If I saw it through your eyes would it still be true?
What do you feel when you look into my eyes?
If I could only see you. Would you shed the disguise?
Through all the fury and tumble of colours
Have you a canvas? Can we be lovers?
Paint me a forest with minstrels and birds
And unicorns dancing amongst your words
And if trees could sing they would sound like clarinets
A big band sound, playing a jazzy set
But a single tree on a solitary hill
Would hum a bluesy melody to keep its heart still
As we walk through this foggy forest of desires
Can you hear the music that your presence inspires?
Yet I stand enraptured like that solitary tree
With my branches in flames that no one can see
And a fire is dancing through these streets of rain
Melting the ice that cages the pain
A warmth is rising up from the soil
A potion of desire is beginning to boil
At night I reach to feel the life that you breathe
The rising and falling - the melancholy underneath
I want to know the dreams that you are dreaming
And discover the truth of your visions steaming
In your mind do you see the colour blue?
Or hear the trills that only trees can do?
Do you feel the heat that threatens your heart?
Then live the love of my seductive art
..this.. is lovely .. more than that actually