Winner

Your being means that you won — in a race, to be alive,

Like a dead person, you are — if you miss what you derive.

How can a bee complain — in the centre of beehive,

As a member of the world — turn four at least to five.

Happiness will be away — when you let sadness thrive,

For fallen wilted petal — no other chance to revive.

Be a rock, not a grain — an eagle ready to dive,

Look to your injured soul — where did you want to arrive?