A yellow hand held up with the palm showing as if in offering. Their nails are painted neon green.


The wind sometimes sneaks through

The small opening of the window.

It moves through the curtains,

And then gently, gently,

Onto the wind chime.

For us to notice,

And to remind us to look up

And notice the joy all around us.

For it notices our sadness,

In times of darkness.

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