Poem: "Remedies"

REMEDIES

Sometimes his thoughts
stumbled and crashed.
For that,
he went to the park
and praised the trees.
Sometimes he felt grief
flowing more powerfully
than ever.
For help with that,
he followed a cloud
as it quietly carried its cargo.
When his feelings
fell over a cliff,
he simply called to them,
and their wings unfolded
and ferried them away.
If a fire
of sadness or pleasure
was singing inside him,
he just listened with care,
and soon the fire was a friend,
and the song seemed like a prize
he had won.