And you, all travelers—
your hearts are the flags of that silent boat,
sailing past the world’s pain and defeat
toward one single prayer—
that even in dying,
the soul leans toward what is pure.

Stay good, Greta Thunberg—
your voice carries the warmth of becoming.
Stay good, Shahidul Islam—
your words strike like stormlight over dark seas.

To stay good is not only to survive,
it is to be human
when being human feels impossible.
Though the earth sinks deeper into noise and color,
stay within the hush of truth.
From one tear may rise a new rain,
and from your broken hands
will unfurl a newer world.

Your name is freedom,
your pulse a vessel sailing over the waters of purity.
Remember—when the sea begins to rage
and the stars lose their voice,
raise your head.
Inside you still echoes one sound,
clear as breath rising from the first dawn.

If you falter, the innocent will inherit despair.
Even if the world’s conscience fades,
the seed of calm in your heart
must carry the weight of unfinished time.
Stay good, flotilla —
you who still gleam like a last flicker on a drowning world.

Time carves circles upon its own skin,
Each rotation a mirror, each shadow within.
Chaos breathes softly through tangled lines—
In disorder’s depth, a pattern shines.
It whispers low, beyond our control—
Where order ends, life’s light takes hold.

A butterfly’s wing stirs distant seas,
Small changes set vast futures free.
A hidden song plays in the quiet air—
Unseen yet felt, awakening somewhere.
Lines are drawn in shades of uncertainty,
Where rules exist, but outcomes flee.