no matter the news,
the beheadings, the children taken from their homes,
I will not be sad in this world.
I will not add to the sorrow.
By lifting my flute to my lips, I will sing happiness
to the world, and the world will sing back
in so many tones, so many colors from
lands I have never heard of.
They will sing and we will not
be sad in this world.
We will gaze in wonder at the child
learning to speak, the gazelle prancing
across the svelte, dancers swirling to an
African drumbeat, the small kindnesses
extended to each other, the large
beauty of our Earth,
No, I will not be sad in this world,
I will raise my flute and play.
thanks to Cobus for this prompt.