Equanimity

There is so much sadness in my hart
today, said the Poet.
Even the sun does not cheer me.
Time to write an elegy.

I never hang my head,
even though my thirst may be great.
My strong roots go deep,
deprivation does not faze me,
said the Thistle.

I feel great freedom
when I am alone,
said the White Cat.
Do not forget to feed me.