The Beautiful Struggle

Go and bathe your deepest troubles in the ocean
that an enormous, sinking sun has set ablaze;
bury the mountain of your sorrows in a flowering field
on the bluest and brightest of Summer days
and know that nature’s face is only shining
because it’s been polished by centuries of tears.
Though all your days may seem to be one endless tunnel,
look up; see the stars. Your light’s as bright as theirs.