Yield.

Good Mourning!

What would we be

Without loss,

Without misery.

To appreciate the sun

All of its power

and its light-

Would be impossible

To see

Without the dark

Deep in the night.

To paint without black,

or use a palette of just white

Would be a life less of battle,

Less of passion-

Of course you’ve lost sight.

A world without

every color,

Don’t you see?

Would exist without any

Comparable degree.

Living can only

be measured this way

Like the stars in the night

and the beauty of today

Where we would be,

don't you see-

Is in a world without depth

A world without poetry.

Although a mourning heart

seems almost

impossible to bare

It is here

Where life spurs

Out of our greatest despair.

- Kelly Wiman

Planting a seed, without routine, leaves no one to feed.

Science agrees, the lazy refuses the fees.