Give me the wanderers, artists and vagabond souls.
The beatniks and dreamers yearning to breathe free.
The gypsies, misfits and children of earth.
The believers in truth, the lovers of hope.
The feelers and teachers, the visionaries and prophets.
The nature dwellers and story tellers.
The flower crowned hippies who dance in the moonlight.
The makers of poetry, music and wild ideas.
The ones called different with their bent, crooked lines.
Give me the humans who notice beauty in madness.
And imagine a world full of kindness.
Give me them all, for they are welcome in my heart.