The Benevolent

The educators who become borderline insomniacs, though their students may be careless.
Environmentalists who pause in a rainstorm to watch a dozen petite snails make their way across the damp soil.
Those who caress giant coffee mugs and stare out into a vast abyss of oceanic sky.
Who defeat anxiety, stumbling nostalgically through a crowded shopping mall.
He who traces his beloved’s elongate stretch marks calmly, patiently waiting for her to give life. 
Those who turn their burdens to kites, watching them float until they are out of reach.
She who dresses in the rays of the morning sun, unashamed as her ample body stands free.
Those who listen, hanging on others words like a noose swinging in dismay.
Who hide secrets amid stars, and writes love notes on the shores of tranquility.
Those who dance in the streets, outlining the city lights with their shadowed glow.
The lonely man wandering down aisle nine in search of denture cream.
Who remain awake at the odd hours of dusk, admiring nature as the sun swallows dew pastures and dulls the transparent shadows of midnight street lamps.
Attempting to take a perfect photograph in an impossible light.
These people, unaware, are saving the world.