Hope in This Soil

I created my own gavel to decree laws upon myself,
Observing many moments on this warm soil,
A soil that nourished a soul for many decades,
And these laws have been proven unnecessary,
Why should we throw back many donated smiles?
Reasons when explained beget pitiful nonverbal cues,
But now I have seen something that might lighten
This endless dark passage within my drowning mind,
A probability slightly increased from the actions of
Few who decided to perform random acts of kindness,
Unprecedented in a materialistic era that envelops us,
And so my gavel hit the very eyes that saw him
Move, dress, talk, and smoke so stereotypically,
A lost soul that lives anonymously as a material,
In spite of such a harsh gavel noise the man
Came forward producing an everlasting smile,
Painting a recreation of an old colourful canvas,
Such a marvellous moment gives us hope in this soil.

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