Umbilical Cord: A World of Atr

If you feel joy, you're opportune. A fragrance of happiness, like sweet perfume, Roll in gladness, in a joyful vacuum. Though bad times may appear, Only inner joy can make them disappear. Courage whispers, "Jè m'appelle." Don't hasten; fear of poverty draws near. The Umbilical Cord connects newborn and placenta, A showroom of happiness that enters. Cover sorrow, like a buried placenta; A joyful smile is the baby you carry. Like pollinated nectar, sweet and pure, It opens widely, like dory, That aspires for more. Everything has its time and space. Don't rush joy with haste; it's a waste. It leaves a joyful trace, not a lasting taste. Don't amuse yourself with comparisons, But amaze others with positive reasons.