sashaying to strains, melodies strumming my veins,

in low plateaus, through deepest vales,

soothing life’s pains,

banishing icy rains,

hushing sobs, shushing wails, grasping each day by its reins,

steering a course on the seas of fate,

where fear and trepidation pales,

free winds coaxing me ever onwards, forging fresh pathways, along unchartered trails,

with hope,

always with hope,

within sight of the lighthouse,

that ray of light,

keeping me ever afloat,

bolstering my sails.