Let the light shine through the window,
Reflecting on the walls.
Pull open the blinds,
And shed some sun on your face.

Golden warmth penetrating your cheeks
As opposed to the negative energy that seeps under your skin.

Where do we begin?
And where do we continue?
How does one sort what to keep
And what to discard?

Your tired smile longs to retire,
But your heart wishes to run free
On endless fire
Warming the troubled with your essence.

You always give, even when you have little.
I admire your passion, reaching out
And wrapping like arms of fresh green branches.