Trees swaying in the cool breeze,
Shielding the Earth,
Rain falling from the sky,
Like God's tear drops,
Here to cleanse us of,
Pain and Dispair,
Stress and Confusion,

To many times,
We Take for granted the things around us,
Easy to just hide,

Quick to point a finger,
No one to blame,
Depression is a state of mind,
Something uncontrollable,
Keeping Faith in mind,
Surrenender ourselves to that fact,
And keep pressing on

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