Who is the one who in misery,
can laugh?
Who is the one that
in grief, can treat?

Maybe it's me that can
and in longing bring
another harbor, more narrow,
windless from the sighs
hospitable to laughter.

Who is the one that in the fiest,
start the song?
Who is the one that in the soul,
leave a flower?

It is me and i will be happy,
hope to bring.
In these tasteless times,
maybe i can make it.

So let each of us become a beacon of hope. Let us all bring the optimism we so much look forward to. Not by avoiding difficulties but by confronting them with mental strength. Because we all have it, and if not, guess what! It is cultivated and let it be your first garden. It will be the garden of your soul. Let everyone look up to the storehouse of their soul and weigh their supplies. It is enough for one to make the beginning and those who want and can, will follow. And then for sure, we will succeed!

Poem: Peristera Voulgaraki

Annotation: PickUpTheThreadTeam