Melancholic Poem by Patti Masterman

Melancholic vigilance can serve as a reminder
That though we might be dying, the world is growing kinder;
The flowers smile through rain and storm, as though it didn't matter,
And rainbows fall benevolent, as storm clouds quickly scatter.

A hand in yours is all you need, to get you through the night,
And every day the world turns till the sky is filled with light
Be still my heart and trust this day to turn out for the best;
The things I'm given I will keep, and never mind the rest.