When life gets tough, as it sometimes does,

When everything changes, as it sometimes must.

When your mind will not quieten, about how it once was.

Let those tears pour down to form puddles.


If your heart feels broken, or sore, or bruised.

If your faith is fading from all of the terrible news.

If you are overwhelmed, exhausted, or confused.

Pull on your big brown boots.


Remember there is beauty in all you see.

Remember how wonderful this world can be.

Remember the sunshine, the butterflies and the sea.

And just keep stomping in all those puddles!



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