The Commonality Of Connecting Words

I speak not in your native tongue But then again, I might, when done, To cross the vast and far divide, Where our common words, shared, reside And bridge that gap, to foreign friends To where a rainbow rests, her colors end I dream, to PEACE, we all surrender With hearts, alike, best to remember... In my pastel painted poet's eye Where Summer hangs her head to die Awaken tumbling leaves of Autumn (As a child...how many...caught 'em) With outstretched words, poor servants true, That I may extend my hand, to you... Take what is worthy for your needs And spread the blossoms, from their seeds... Kindness breaks the boundaries, shatters, shedding light on all that matters Lift your voice that the truth be heard In the commonality of connecting words.