Stewardship


I saw this paper
In front of me
And thought how very nice
It would really be

To make this paper special
Leave it better then it was found
And, of course, the obvious
Not leave it on the ground

I saw some tissue paper
Laying in a crate
So I decided to
Make that paper great

So now this flower and this poem
Make their way to you
And just imagine in your hands
What simple gifts can do

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