Courage

The Earth,

where people neglect and search,

exists butterfly

flying, dancing, swirling by my side;

exists the smell

of flowers of spring in which human dwell;

exists the grass

in which wind blows among the mass.

Its Air

seems so foul yet so fair.

Oh Shakespeare

your line I borrow, you share.

Its Fire

from its core fills with desire.

These elements

together combine into an undeniable rudiment:

Life.

Yes the spell of life no one can foretell.

It traps human moments

into an unlimited well:

The past

full with memories no longer last;

The Present

where life can starts anew with pleasant;

The Future

can pleasant life be so sure?

Among the ambiguity of life

There exists trials human must strife:

Despair,

who can possibly with me share?

Sadness,

here when one cannot feel bliss;

Anger,

the type of feelings easily encountered;

Guilt,

devil that shatters what life has built;

then Hope,

can I find my answers on this globe?

Now with a deep breath

Let me the trials I shed.

My whole body facing against the pull of earth

Let it freely to its content search:

My eyes

glowing against beautiful sunrise;

My hand

feels the breeze while it still can;

My feet

withstanding the gravity it cannot beat;

My lip

yearns the water it cannot sip;

My nose

tries smelling the air that is so close;

My ear

cannot disregard the sound adhere.

Trials

no matter what results in struggles.

From struggles I can gain fortitude,

to free myself from life's solitude.