The Fixer of Everything

There once was a dreamer, a fixer named Fay,
Who wanted to heal every hurt in a day.
“The wars must be ended! The hunger must cease!
The world needs a whopping, gigantic new peace!”

She patched up the rivers, she polished the skies,
She glued all the tears in the weariest eyes.
With hammer and tape, and a bucket of care,
She tried to fix troubles that lived everywhere.

“Oh children need houses! Oh oceans need rest!
The forests need hugging, and bees need a nest!”
Her list grew so long it could stretch to the moon,
Yet Fay kept on working from midnight to noon.

But sometimes she stumbled, and sometimes she cried,
For problems are mountains, not pebbles to hide.
Her hands felt so tiny, her shoulders so sore,
How could she keep fixing and still make some more?

Then came a small whisper, a thought sweet and true:
“To heal up the world, you must care for you too.
For kindness will spread like a ripple, you see,
When it starts in your heart, it can flow endlessly.”

So Fay took a breath, and she laughed, and she sang,
And the bells of her hope gave a jubilant clang.
For though she can’t fix every trouble each day,
She knows even small love can still light the way.