This isn't much but,

'Tis a thought of such,
Under the smooth dwelling sky,
You should be flying so high,
Let all life's beauty unfolds,
Let not the burdens hold,
Go bloom tall like a tower,
Like a sweet glowing flower,
Colour up your weaknesses,
And fill up the empty spaces,
Cheer up dear Emilyn,
For your days
Would always
Be Chilling