Downed, Still Not Down

Looking straight out of the window

Giggling to the milieu running

along,

She sat glued to the world

outside.

Happiness locked the air

Her world was without care.

Joy unbounded

She sat confounded.

The fleeting glance she stole

Right opposite, where sat

the two wholes

Full in mind body and soul.

Unhappy, irksome and grumbled

Everything was a problem

Joy was an illusion.

They knew more, but hearts

were sore.

They were with reason

Yet couldn't enjoy the season.

While downed with down's 

She was a sight to adore.