When your soul is weary,
When life is dull and dreary,
When your eyes get teary,
Take the time, take the time —
To smell the air,
To feel the wind in your hair,
To see the beauty of a flower.
To feel the sun on your skin –
Don’t let the light grow dim.
Take a minute, take an hour,
To stop your soul from getting sour.
Everything will one day die
Even you, and even I.
And will it matter at that time
The thing today that seemed so dire?
Let it go, let it go.
You don’t need to make a show
Of how good you are, and how brave.
Don’t let your pride kill the joy inside.
clarakatalin 
Comments on: "When Your Soul Is Weary" (2)
Your poem touches my heart.
I really like your words “Take the time …
To smell the air,
To feel the wind in your hair,
To see the beauty of a flower.
To feel the sun on your skin …”
I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Annie
Thanks!