Moap in a Puddle (poem)

Why moap in puddles when an ocean is ahead?

No! By all meansー

Continue to wait, be patient and sore! 

A canaries screech cannot be mistaken for an oceans storm.

Rain will pour, 

Thunder will clap, 

Yet you stick to your bubbleーno doubt!

Scratch your rash!

Pick at your nails!

And bleed in a pathetic puddle.

All the seasons come to bloom,

In turn, they spin.

Like the rising sun and moon,

A prayer endures.

Let your hearts mind run through a field of gladiolasー

of dancing Dhaliasー

and twirling honeysuckles.

Prance between white skies,

Wistful greens,

And elderly yellows and ginger,

But not a patch!

If you crawl back to your sorrowful puddle, 

You'll never persist.