A Toast

As the peaceful breeze drifts through the
trees and their changing leaves,
I see the stream drift lazily.
As the rapids flow so freely,
nature's purity just makes me
believe in the possibility
that beyond these rocks and moutains and
throughout the entire world,
a hope that seems to linger, right now
will have the ability to endure.
That its spirit will stay strong,
and when the time comes along
it will not just be a philosophy, but it
will prove its potential to me.
The world can change, things can be right,
just as free will flows so naturally like
the currents, there is no cause for fight.