“The plain was grassy, wild and bare; wide, wild and open to the air which had built up everywhere an under-roof of doleful gray.  With an inner voice the river ran, adown it floated a dying swan and loudly did lament.  It was the middle of the day.  Ever the weary wind went on and took the reed-tops as it went”, by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

 

He is a success who prospered, laughed often and loved much

Who gained the respect of intelligent men and such

Who earned the devotion of animals without a single touch

Who accomplished his tasks and filled his niche

Who leaves the universe better than he found it

Whether by a pure poem, an educated soul or an improved elixir

Who never lacked appreciation of nature’s beauty or failed to express it

Who looked for the charity in others and gave the utmost he had ever
 

A good man prolongs his precious life

As he knows the superior wisdom about the hereafter

Is that it only comes one day at a time

As a teacher he wants to awaken expectations

And is conscious of the responsibility he bears

Towards his pupil who affectionately awaits

Or to an unfinished work; he understands

The question for his reality in this earth: The “why”

And will be able to endure almost any “how”
 

He can survive just about anything, except death

Yet how does he know if he genuinely loves to live as an aftermath?

To exist defeated and inglorious is to dwindle daily

And a person starts suffocating when he stops being dreamy

The goal should not be to prevail eternally

But to create something that will shine everlastingly

We must hold fast to our hopes because if they go

Life will turn into a barren field, frozen with snow

Unmaking what spiritual poets know
 

When we pass away, therein vanishes our foremost innocent kiss

The fragile blossom that opened in our first flurry we cannot miss

The final whiteout is not a simple occurrence

It is magical, beautifies everything it covers like kindness

The world seems composed of an arc-shaped spectrum, uniform and colorless

A rainbow that is lonely yet self-sufficient, clad with radiance
 

If people we care for are untimely stolen from us

Never cease loving them, and they will live on forever with brilliance

Our greatest loss is what fades deep down inside us

While life chuckles, life cries, it looks different through everyone’s eyes

Do not be afraid to perish; achieve what no other man can with a sincere smile

Think you are learning how to breathe while discovering wisely how to expire
 

Adagio in D minor, Johann Sebastian Bach.