Our days are fleeting, And soon we shall be dust, But I want to be the kind of person Who leaves behind in the ashes Seeds of hope and love That might sprout in the years to come.
So while daylight is here, And while I still have any struggling breath within me, Let me give myself again and again to beauty Over and over opening my eyes To bow at what is right here before me.
Let me make a wreath of roses To crown a passing stranger in friendship. And if there are no roses, Let me extend my hand with dandelions, So that we might make a wish together for a World of peace. And if there are no dandelions to be found, May I remember that Even the clover is made of hearts And can become a doorway to hope If only I have the presence to pay attention and give thanks.