There will be days when we find
Our constant efforts to do good,
Be compassionate, fight prejudice and injustice
Are exhausting. It’s okay, in such a world,
On such a day, to take a rest;
To lie down in the grass, made dry and prickly
With the heat of climate change,
And relax, and close your eyes,
And dream of a world
Where the grass is soft and green
And folks are kind,
For dreams like these will fuel our future.
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