I have suffered from depression for a lot of my life, and a couple of months ago was hospitalized for a severe episode. For those suffering right now, I have a small gift that I hope will console, at least a bit.

Erupting volcanic hearts create our tallest mountain peaks!  
The flowing up of fiery passions burns up a lava core,. 
Our pain blows up, and the altitude of wisdom cools our souls.  

On us the trees will grow, and creatures will come.  
The rivers of your tears fertilize the farms in the valleys below.  
The sorrowful ascend to beautious heights!  
If they can sit with the patience of a million years in one life.