Self-pity had me self-pitying,
From head to toe enveloping.
I directed my steps so heavy, by Jove,
Towards the verdant grove,
In a bid to become light spirited,
To cast away this morbidity so sordid,
Like a worm a fruit invading.
And lo! I beheld the luxuriant grove so entrancing,
So elevating ,
I got into sort of a trance,
Surrounded by such a peaceful fragrance.
The branches to the light breeze were dancing,
The butterflies were light heartedly flying,
Their multicolours as if displaying.
The birds were twittering,
High up the paille en queues were soaring,
The kestrels were jubilating,
The rivulet with fish teeming,
The very pebbles priceless looking.
The happy plants were really mind blowing,
In rhythm with the breeze moving,
This way and that way,
With grieving forethoughts, a thing far away,
Soon my self-pity started melting,
The abounding scenic beauty as a salve acting,
To my mind previously with ugly thoughts brooding.
Springing to thoughts light,
Self-pity taking a rapid flight,
My previous heavy steps taking wings
Certainly, by a heavenly swing,
My self-pity shattering,
To the realm of peace transferring,
Warmly invited me to the grace of Mother Nature,
Imbibing in me elevating thoughts for sure.