It’s true
that greed permeates our world
It’s true
that the takers take what the makers make
It’s true
that we cannot devour like this forever  

And it’s true
that your mom and your aunt make music when they laugh
And it’s true
that your brother feeds his son broccoli and love
And it’s true
that the morning air bursts with birdsong

The irises will bloom
whether you look at them or not
Carry this with you