Cloud Nine

"Spring brings up sparkle to this juncture

as I satiate my wish to nurture

the subsistence tide is on its stature

the elated instance of sustenance venture


vicissitudes and strife in days of yore

seem only to meliorate my lore

as I sense this perpetual succour

appears never it commenced here-to-fore


thus I prevailed high and soar

though I plunged with no wings or oar"