But wait, a voice, so bright and wondrous,
Calls out through the blowing wind.

Those words in your first poem stands out as a golden ray of sunshine. It reverberates in my head.

The last poem: thank you. One becomes a doubting tom if no-one ever tells you that you have done well. And I did. I do. I will always do. I firmly believe that the tiniest good that one person does, has a ripple effect that touches those near you, ripples further to your surroundings, your country, the world, the universe. All is not lost if we keep on working towards the good.

Once again, beautiful writing, @adsactly. I hang onto your every word.