Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part III
by Michael Doyle

There's one word left to say
One hope left yet to pray
There's no need to second guess
It all comes down to unless

Unless we have faith of a mustard seed
Unless we listen to warnings that we heed
Unless we make the chance to learn
And from lessons learned, we discern

Take the care to spread this simple dream
And though it may not really truly seem
Love comes down to all like a course direction
When we learn and take our needed correction

Things that are small can have significance
Growing into much needed models of magnificence
From smallish things, great things can become
It's best to remember where these are from

Running down the plays of plentitude of naysayers
Changing as it is into the those who would be change-wayers
There's a meeting of hearts where dreamers dream
Holding each other into truest, harmonious esteem

(c) January 8, 2022   Michael Doyle
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