Treatment of My Stray Soul

Treatment of My Stray soul Sometimes I wonder What a strange thing it is that happened to my soul It does not listen to me as a child does not to its mother I talked to myself a bit yet I could not make it work I thought I got to get it repaired So I visited to a doctor who is expert in love What he told me all is nothing but absurd I returned with a broken heart and looked very perturbed I went crazy and booked an astrologer Nothing could he able to tell me to faze my soul but all rubbish Defeated I sat on the couch and looked at the mirror And called the reflection to ask him if he could treat my soul What he said, after listening them I went into tears Too rusted was my soul and around it gathered too much dirt And how foolish I was and for long how I did not notice All went wrong and my soul urgently in needs to be nourished Now you might be thinking what I would do and how Why, do you not get a world around you? Look at the flowers or at the laughter of your friends Or see the beauty in how your mother bakes bread Beauty is everywhere; it is in a song, in a poem, in a job well done And you know nature is in the habit of making beauty Enjoy it tenderheartedly and nourish your soul I do it and I think I never went wrong.