Sourpuss Peter
Once upon a time there was a sourpuss Peter
a bored offender, a desparate bleaker
a sad spirit, torn apart from inside,
trying not to show his pain, but hide.
The little sourpuss Peter
was also a slow teeter
full of anger and hate and envy.
He won’t get far in life with that, now will he?
He did what everyone would have done
reacted with anger to everyone
Until… yes until
something came up, if you will
to make him turn around, settle the bill
In fairy tales as well as in life
you go through hardship before you thrive.
The spirit of the forest haunted Peter the forest Scrooge,
and the fright was enormous, big, real huge
The spirit of the forest showed him true suffering,
to enable Peter’s new life to begin.
For Peter’s life was really good,
he only lacked the courage to face life and some gratitude
for being protected and taken care of.
Instead he acted like an oaf.
As life is always beautiful and worth the while
forget your worries, try to see the reason to smile
life is always beautiful, we only have to see
and as Peter did so, he began living happily.
He turned into a joyful child,
happy as a newborn, free and wild.
Peter understood
thanks to the wood
the journey is the reward—
words that often can be heard,
but Peter grabbed their real meaning,
he was comprehending, really seeing
that joy can be found anywhere
that life is laughter and happiness, loving care.
It’s not what we buy and have that makes us happy,
but nature, and love, albeit that sounds sappy
And Peter realised he had been stubborn
without trust in life he had ended up forlorn,
strict—everything had to be be as he wanted it to be
Everything else he felt was evil glee.
The spirit of the forest taught him humility,
bringing forth Peter’s truth splendidly.
Peter’s true core was free and spirited
and that was why he was loved, indeed.
Peter has been whistling ever since
walking through the forest, feeling like a prince.
As he devotes himself to his work with joy,
nothing remains of the once dour boy.
Slowly he regains confidence,
begins to build bridges, to make amends.
And soon he is a happy child with friends.
MAG. DR. VERENA RADLINGMAYR
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