The dried flowers of our Nation.
As I was buying lots of toys from a Shopping Mall, I see a poor boy my age, looking longingly at a ball. I feel so sad and I wish that I could do something, I look at him and suddenly, I could do anything. ANYTHING to make him better, to make him happy too, To make that empty, sad face bloom with joy too. I look at him and then at me, and I know what to do, It'll make him feel better, and I'll be joyous too. I take ALL the shopping bags and hand them to that lad, He smiles and I smile back, feeling so warm and glad. These are the dried flowers, that exist in our nation, But I know that if we water them, it'll change the situation.