The Trees That Decided Not To Die

As I put down my pen, I know someone,
somewhere is picking up theirs. 

I know that someone, somewhere is playing a 
guitar for the first time.


I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a
paintbrush and marking a field of white.


I know that someone, somewhere is singing a 
song that's never been sung.


Perhaps someone, somewhere will create 
something beautiful and moving, it will change
the world.


Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.


via--IWroteThisForYou