To what eternal secrecy lies this mirth's magic
As feeding anger with laughter and it titters
Or stripping life of its laughter and it withers
Remedy nature enchantingly nurtures such twists?
Laughter is Life’s twirl full of love and grace
Spring God fills with happiness dusk to dawn
Raw wit that brings refreshment to dreariness
Divine spring to drought on the wings of angels
Anger in Being is devil’s squeaky work place
Anger fill the rational with bile of irrationality
Anger is the fuel that lights vile self-indulgence
Yet stroke anger with hilarity and reason returns
Life in all nature withers in state stiltedly stressed
Life always tilts in weighing scales in state of haze
Life finds no meaning left to wonder in wilderness
Life at such state always still finds laughter as food
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