If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?
If I could bottle sunbeams and keep them on the shelf,
I’d spread them thick like butter, spooning out their wealth,
like a lighthouse in a storm spinning hope around itself.
If there’s one cure to pray for that might alleviate all else,
it’s to cast out mental darkness with the sunshine of good health.