It's easy to feel cold, enlightened
While sun goes down, or sky is brightened
It's easy to be sluggish, lazy
Unable to break through, so hazy
What's hard is to reach for contentness
Despite how pressing your harsh descent is
It's pointing out a star and saying
'This one is where my dreams will stray', and...
...it's feeling snow, but seeing sunlight
And choosing to focus on that which feels right...
...What's going to happen with this initial investment
Is eventual fruition- aye, a garden of contentment