As a goose's downy feathers,

As the breeze's ceaseless caress,

Like the brook's rhythmic trickling,

Like the lush green grass

As is the wispy clouds' furling and unfurling,

As is the gradual, yet certain, change of seasons,

Similar to nature's balance—

A perfect equilibrium guided by many reasons

To yourself, to the body you care for,

To your fatigued mind which may ache

If you are not gentle enough

To yourself. There's a chance you may break

I implore you,

I implore myself;

To be gentle to one's self is undeniably hard,

But I pray you find a way for yourself