In times of sickness, br Being idle like ant in the nest br All day long you have to rest br Food or water make you incense br Weakness in lots one obsess. br br For hearing and seeing, br Like fog they are fainting br Your skin goes to pale br Your bone to lift as stone br Not wanting to shiver br Seems one has no liver br br When the wind blows little br You feel like one in shuttle br Or just when in it's highest br Having the feeling of Everest br It's dreadful time to experience br br From people you want caress br Their gorgeous hands forth br Their warm hands stretched br With accolades non-stopped. br Like magical known shrub br Your illness is near to halt. br Often all take you to right course. br br One wonders joy and happiness br Working perfectly as shrub. br It's a therapy doctors can't snub br Joy and happiness given to patience br Effecting change to those in depress. br br How worse can it be, to be ill br With cure up on the hill? br No lover around to come by br Nor passers to stop by br Death to such I see imminent br Hell or heaven have ghost sent. br br We all need someone around, br In times of sickness to be at hand. br Taking our medications to recover br With shrubs our sickness we maneuver br Joy and happiness too, I discover. br br ...