We are not islands, standing alone in the breeze,
But branches entwined, forming a sturdy, green tease
To the wind's fiercest whispers, the rain's harshest blow.
Strength lies not in one, but in how many hearts grow.
Like threads in a tapestry, woven with care,
Our stories unite, burdens we learn to share.
From hand reaching hand, a chain forged in light,
Defying the darkness, holding back endless night.
A single candle may flicker, its flame near to fade,
But gathered together, their glow can pervade
The vast, empty spaces, a beacon so bright,
Guiding weary travelers through the long, starless night.
So remember, dear friend, when you feel lost and small,
Strength thrives in connection, it rises with all.
For together we stand, an unbreakable flame,
Whispering defiance, etching stories in fame.
83.099 SRY