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"Change the World..."

We can change the world...

With one act of kindness to another, we can make the difference.

We can change our home, with the spreading of love instead of violence.

With hostility challenged by peace, we can change the fate of human kind.

We can change the world, with love replacing anger in the mind.



We can change the world...

With an act of conservation, we can make a stand.

We can save our planet, with the spreading of awareness through the land.

With saving instead of taking, we can preserve our precious earth.

We can change the world, with embracing our home's true worth.


With our hands joined in hopeful happiness, we can change the world...

Comments

Hi Linnea,

Amazing thoughts. Yes, as individuals if we can go around spreading love, peace,kindness, awareness of useful things and acts of conservation the collective effort of all of us will certainly go a long a way in saving the world. Wonderful thoughts from a fabulous mind.

Best wishes,
Joseph

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