This is the spell to help accepting the things that are beyond our control.
In the warm embraces of sunshine,
Under gentle touch of the air,
With a quiet invisible whisper
I’ll accept my impending fate.
I would walk a different path
If I only could choose my tomorrow,
If I only could skip that part
Where I must go through sorrow.
If I only could stay in the land
Where my blood was mixed with soil.
Maybe I won’t know regret,
But…
Then I never would write this poem.