by Mihara Minsadi
I wonder where my words are
On the shelves of a child eager to learn from a new story
In a bookstore, awaiting the future reader
In the hands of someone as they read
All over the world, read by all different kinds of people, having a different impact on each of them.
The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds
Plant new and beautiful flowers into their minds
Help to remove the weeds in there.
Help to create a whole new world.
Lift them up the way you were lifted up by other stories.
Pave a way for the river of inspiration to keep on flowing so that when your mind has gone to rest,
the ones you have inspired will keep paving the river for the next story tellers.
