People do not discover happiness
inside expectation and requirement.
They grow if from their own soils,
And it cannot thrive on chemicals.
You must nourish yourself with the whole things,
Sun, wind, snow and rain.
Your property dirt will be made enriched
By the compost of burnt regrets and unwanted memories.
Moist and tilled
tended with saline tears
Mistakes appreciated.
You will grow into a higher place
with fresh air
and a broader meaning.
Soil completed, roots established, soul shining as the sun.