SONNET on a winter day

The weather is so gay
This wonderful sunny day
Its warmth and gentle breeze
Rustling the leaves
Of old, tired, dusty trees
Hope and happiness
Replacing the woes of winter
From their dry, tired barks
And our sad, weary hearts
Isn't it lovely?
To have no worry
To sit outside and enjoy
Listening to the stories
Of the Traveler’s joy



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