One river gives 
                                                             Its journey to the next.

We give because someone gave to us. 
We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us. 
We give because giving could have changed us...

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet, 
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails...

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand, 
Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow. 
Together we are simple green...

together, we made

Something greater from the difference.