Reverberate. Resonate. Relate. Reason… Ribbit. No. Rivets.
I need a hammer and some nails, too.
Paint, lots and lots of paint–the full spectrum of colors.
There are stains here. They’re deep.
I’m sure I can rebuild, though.
Good will echoes on the sound of hammers,
And nails drive it into the mortar and stone.
Surely, the damage isn’t irreparable.
There are pieces to pick up,
And there are still those little green frogs who sing of rainbows–
Each note galvanizing a strength greater than steel.
– C. Green