THE SOUL
The soul is so serene when born,
It sparkles in the sun, if warmed,
It fades away under the gloomy skies,
When hearts ashamed, it closes its eyes.
The fate has different pains in store.
It grieves and suffers, lonely spirit,
And loves, and tries to tell us more
And melts whenever we cant hear it
And when we hear, the way is clear
And it explains what was so hard to get -
The life is short But interesting yet.
August 2002