There are moods and moods and some are bad
Some ecstatic - some plain sad
For reasons we cannot explain
Some see sun and others rain.
We’ve a weather forecast in our head
Which announces stormy times ahead
Or periods of peace and calm
When we sail on gently without harm.
What triggers changes? Who can tell?
Some people cope with stress quite well
While others on grey days are down
And in despair appear to drown.
Depression - or a state of mind?
The workings of the brain I find
Are complex; we don’t hold the key
Each has his own reality...
(c) Poet in the woods 2014