Relax?

The title caught my eye, especially the part about relaxing.
I need to relax and stop fretting about plagues and politics.
Well.
I’ve discovered that I fret as much over crossword puzzles as I do
about other hand wringing things.  Relax?  You’re kidding.
I’m exhausted from trying to figure out “an inadvertently revealing remark”
or “a mild stimulant from a palm tree”.  Don’t tell me, please.  I don’t want to know.
But I do want to relax.  So I’m going to watch the hummingbird sip sweet
substances from the flowers and the wind play tag with the trees and
Toby, my little canine friend from next door, when he walks by
and looks up at my window.
And I’m going to remember the ancient advice about lilies in the fields
and birds in the air and green pastures and still waters and a Shepherd who
cares about me.
And gratitude will be the medicine that cures my anxiousness.
Why don’t you take a dose, too.  You look like you could use some.