A world gone black,
Is not sad.
Still there will be light.
Let not this sadness be an excuse, within, you clad
Instead let it be a tale, an adventure you had
Sadness, is a wonder, a curious flower
From its fibre, we weave the strongest armor
From its roots, we grind, a healing powder
From its starch we brew, a warm winter chowder
And if you catch sight of its fairies, ask them to help
Their company and theirs alone will make you stronger
And the flower, one day, another will take it, and together you will nurture.
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