Help Called It

I hear it in the song sung by small creatures after darkness falls. I see it there in the tail wag when my dog greets me upon my arrivals. When I'm capsized and cold in the water, it throws me a line to pull me out of my troubles, subsides the shivering till the calming comes. Sometimes it gushes out of friendly conversations and supportive words. It can be made of hard work. When carried for a great distance its burden appreciates in value. It's unpacked with a warm meal. Its impact lets you know your love is real. Some people seek it out. Some find it in the strangest ways. It has a cousin peace, and even finds you in a maze. I've found it often in chaos. It's how I feel just knowing you're real. Out there waiting like a boss. If you're not careful it can trap you in a zone. Children often make it, with cardboard and a blanket. If you need some, I've got plenty to share. It's my favorite thing to give, with a warning. "You can't stay there." Everyone needs to hear it. That someone truly cares!!!