If you must weep, go ahead and weep.
Let the woe fall from your weary eyes
and tire your mind with the worries of tomorrow.
Or, if you’d like, walk down to the lake.
It’s getting late now, and the glow of the water will soon wane,
but there’s still time, and early evening swims are the loveliest here.
Doesn’t your heart long to dance with the loon?
Yes, your tears may come anyway, and yes, the clouds are indifferent to your melancholy,
but the sun watches, and while she’s awake, she will fill your spirit with a sweet gladness.
Do what you wish, but remember: There is always a choice.