It's growing tired, this weary soul
a revival needed, so far to go
Still, less than half is gone so far
should life be kind, with glowing warmth
Some look for more, while others less
but what is it, this happiness?
Why so sad, a yin a yang
this balancing act, too much more or maybe less
Balance is found, now please proceed
we have your gift, climb a tree!
Take a walk, or read a book
onward a must, to what's not done
Forget it all, it matters not
If smile comes, while not in thought
Looking upward, looking down
to see the world, and all that's found
Or, perhaps for you, just the clouds...