When you're feeling unhappy, think of these things.

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"... it would be a disservice to define a poem as a 'short collection of words organized according to some principle.' Not only is the definition sterile, but it is ultimately inaccurate because it fails to take into account the subtle interaction between the poem and the emotions that it evokes in the reader ... The French mathematician Henri Poincare expressed it even more frankly when he wrote, 'The scientist does not study Nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If Nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if Nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.' In some sense, the equations of physics are like the poems of nature. They are short and are organized according to some principle, and the most beautiful of them convey the hidden symmetries of nature." -- Michio Kaku, Hyperspace

Counting-out Rhyme
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.

Stripe of green in moosewood maple,
Color seen in leaf of apple,
Bark of popple.

Wood of popple pale as moonbeam
Wood of oak for yoke and barn-beam,
Wood of hornbeam.

Silver bark of beech, and hollow
Stem of elder, tall and yellow
Twig of willow.