'Write again', my worried muse

Said in words I wept to hear.
'Write again, the thoughtful one,
About peace and joy and cheer'.
'Write about the lonely child
Walking briskly down the street,
While across the aging man
Watching on in bittersweet.
Write about the perching birds,
Singing on a thickset tree.
And about the little boy
Piping 'neath his flute-song glee.
Write of smiles you've ever seen,
Brightest and most precious things
Write of days and starlit nights
And of sweet and peaceful beings.
'While you write, the thoughtful one,
Teach your worries how to smile
So you write to heaven's way
That all griefs may reconcile.
So you write to inner bliss
And you find a rainbow hue
And you feel your mended heart
Write your griefs in honeydew.'