Here is a phrase I’ve heard some lately: “If I don’t laugh, I might cry.”
Laughing is good. Or dancing!
The God Who Only Knows Four Words
by Hafiz, as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master
Every Child Has known God. Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does Anything weird, But the God who only knows four words And keeps repeating them, saying: "Come dance with Me." Come Dance.
What Should We Do About That Moon?
by Hafiz, as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master
A wine bottle fell from a wagon And broke open in a field. That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins Gathered And did some serious binge drinking. They even found some seed husks nearby And began to play them like drums and whirl. This made God very happy. Then the "night candle" rose into the sky And one drunk creature, laying down his instrument, Said to his friend—for no apparent Reason, "What should we do about that moon?" Seems to Hafiz Most everyone has laid aside the music Tackling such profoundly useless Questions.

I like the playful tone of your poetry choices, Arlene.
Most every night after I awaken, usually for a bathroom visit, I walk outside and try to spot the moon. It’s never inspired me to dance, however. Fun photo!
Ha! Well, if you’re ever feeling down, you could give that at try!.