Se.
Ett litet löv i vinden.
Ett litet löv som har fötts, precis som alla andra löv.
Ett litet löv som har slitits bort från sitt hem av en ondsint vind.
Nu landar lövet.
Det har funnit ett nytt hem.
Men se nu.
Vinden grabbar tag i det igen.
Ingenstans får det landa.
Ingenstans får det vila.
Ingenstans får det hitta sitt nya hem.
Alltid slits det bort.
Alltid finns det någon vind som inte vill att lövet ska stanna.
Men tänk om...
Tänk om det fanns en vind lät lövet stanna.
Tänk om det fanns en vind som såg att lövet ville ha ett hem.
Tänk om det fanns en vind som skulle bry sig om lövet, som skulle ta hand om det.
Tänk om det fanns en sådan vind.
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Look.
A little leaf in the wind.
A little leaf which has been born, like all the others.
A little leaf which has been ripped away by a evil wind.
The leaf lands now.
But look.
The wind rips it away again.
Nowhere the leaf can land.
Nowhere the leaf can rest.
Nowhere the leaf can find its new home.
Every time it is ripped away again.
Every time there is some wind that doesn´t want the leaf to stay.
But think...
Think if there was a wind which would let the leaf stays.
Think if there was a wind which could see that the leaf want a home.
Think if there was a wind which would care about the leaf, which would take care of it.
Think if there was a wind like that.
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