Inspired by this Issa haiku
Insects on a bough, floating downriver, still singing.
This is me. This is all of us. Our worldly and personal situations are serious. But we're alive, floating downriver, still singing. There is beauty that surrounds us. We live in a dancing, singing world full of sun, water, wind; we hear the songs of the sparrow and the Humpback Whale; we smell the scent of Jasmine after a rain. We can't forget this, or we will forget what it is truly like to be alive.