THE WINTER CHERRIES

I am confused how to sing praises,
When my life is in utter chaos.
I wander around the pasture
To find solution to my emotional pressure.
There is something that draws
All my attention, as I pass.
A foliage with long pine leaves,
Besides the frost they heave;
Their branches laden with snow.
Beneath the branches lying low,
A bunch of berries ling to the twig;
Dancing to the rhythm of the wind, they lig.
'The Winter Cherries' - I call them.
They remind me of decay, old age and cem.
But the burdened cherries hope for summer,
That brings joy, felicity and cheer.
For there are ups and downs,
So we will know about chaos and lown.
There are summer and winter,
To teach us pleasure and displeasure.
There are black and white,
To tell us wrong and right.
For we will never know of felicity,
Without being through misery.
The hue and blue will flee;
They will be replaced by mirth and glee.
Now I realize that sorrow will depart
Leaving behind merry and delight.

When I read Psalms 34, I doubted how David  sang praise when his life was a mess. So I just wrote it comparing winter to deterioration.