If it turned out right, I know that it would,
Though please go slow and try not to meddle.
The picture comes together piece by piece,
Good deeds don’t always receive a medal.
Imagine if it could be made of wood,
Would we all be happy and be at peace?
There are so many that wish to find peace,
By opening their hearts, I’m sure they would.
Love is durable like trees in the woods,
Sometimes it’s best not to let thoughts meddle.
Consider each smile as your prized medal,
Enjoy before moving to the next piece.
What will happen when there’s a missing piece?
Is it possible to return to peace?
Would you just replace it with a medal?
Some choose to believe that they could and would.
Eventually, the truth will meddle
And cause the reward to splinter like wood.
Imagine the beauty in crafted wood,
There’s so much love that goes into each piece.
Appreciation can never meddle,
Not when the intention is to bring peace.
Share your love as openly as you would,
Never expecting some form of medal.
In all forms they come, it’d be your medal,
Even a fire that began with wood.
Your life and love will evolve as it would,
Appreciate all separate pieces.
Unite them together and find your peace,
Remaining respectful without meddle.
In the moments we think that life meddled,
We’re uncertain and search for a medal.
Flawed worries disconnect us from our peace,
Causing what we know to split like old wood.
It’s our duty to clean up all pieces,
Respect that life will go on as it would.
Don’t meddle to appreciate the woods,
Know that one medal is a single piece.
Live life as you would, with love to bring peace.