Affinity and Moods

I float like the deep, purple hyacinths,

In serene complacence, by the stream,

Drenched, ducking, bobbing through torrents,

Never plummeting to the floor beneath

Seeking raptures in a pint-sized life,

And endless euphoria in growing against force,

My joie de vivre is to watch out for,

Only a few discern my bewildering course.