No Matter What
Downward leads to a stream,
Happy pitchers on dry heads,
Poking thirsty cheeks to smile,
Every down leads well.
A seed's funeral,
Killed by a so(u)n,
Brings leaves- fresh harvest,
Every down leads well.
Now he runs,
To walk, he once fell,
Again and again,
Every down leads well.
A thrown lemon;
To your thirsty face,
From it make a lemonade,
Kill that thirst.
Again and again,
Every down leads well,
No matter what,
Never cease to try.
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