For the brightest skies have the Word 
Written upon them, no one can deny
That cloud upon cloud can not erase
The meaning behind the blue, deep blue.

Step from behind your own cloud 
Hold out your hand in truth or hope
Let no one put you down again
So don’t banish them
Open your mind let them in.

Hold the root of a plant, a blade of grass
Smile laugh sing and dance
Give away one blade
To teach a cut down 
On ignorance hate and bigotry
The eternal joker has the way open to you.

Collect a dozen leaves 
Hand one to a passing stranger
Greet them as your friend
Companion on the path to discovery
Don’t be shy tell them a leaf is the smallest
Token of love
A droplet of a tear
A fragment of speech.

Take the knives out of your back
Melt them over a burning stack
Of dried leaves, listen for the Word
Ask the speaker to speak loud
Louder, for we all need to hear
A wisdom of a thousand new years.