The Universal String

There is a string,
a string that weaves,
weaves through you and me.

There is a string
that can bring joy to your eyes
when everyone else brings tears.

There is a string, my child,
woven in translucent rainbow colors
and called the string of laughter.

There is a string one can create,
the endless yarn to heal the stitches,
with a piece of the laughing string.

There is a string
that ties up this world
in all its war and strife.

That universal string,
believe it or not, may start with you alone.
You never know when your neighbor...

may need the string of laughter...