A baby is born into the light,
Like dawn embracing morning bright.
No burden carried, no sins untold,
Silent tears, but peace unfolds.

He crawls upon a silk-soft land,
Then stands upright, so firm, so grand.
His little steps dance on the ground,
His laughter flows, a song profound.

He blooms like flowers in the spring,
A heart so pure, unwavering.
His gentle gaze, like stars so high,
A beacon bright across the sky.

He runs with joy through fields divine,
With friends beside, their fates entwine.
No sorrow dares to cloud his day,
Just mirth and cheer along the way.

But time moves on, the world turns cold,
The darkened truths begin to unfold.
The sky once blue turns grim and gray,
As winds whisper of pain's decay.

He weeps, his soul in sorrow steeped,
Yet still, his fortress stands so deep.
The world may cut with blades so keen,
Yet still, he walks through paths unseen.

Though disappointment dims his sight,
He bends no knee, nor shuns the light.
His mind is torn, his heart stays true,
Like rocks that brave the stormy blue.

A voice then asks in doubtful tone,
"Why not let anger rule alone?"
He smiles so warm, with shining grace,
"For wrath is vain, but joy-embrace."

His words ignite the hearts confined,
To soothe the troubled, lost in mind.
Why should we frown when we can smile?
Why drown in grief, when joy is worthwhile?

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Phaestian, in the year 967 AF.