In the despairing grasp of fear,
I now know I should fear less,
Waste less my precious focus,
Fearing a fleeting fretfulness,
Just like the toxic-looking froth,
Foaming to spoil lakeshore soil,
Appearing to pollute pureness,
Its existence alludes to ugliness,
Only for wiser winds and reeds
To calmly compose, sway, caress
Legato indications of hopefulness,
Stirring
flights of frothy
freshness.