Sun Shine

Oh, the sun shines and the wind blows the crisp, apple-wind, blows, laughing through the half shorn tresses of the sugar maple trees. Oh, the sun shines and the shadows fall like long gray mufflers, foreshadowing, the wraps of winter winds and frost on dawn's green grasses Oh, the sun shines and the heart sings full and ripe as the pie pumpkins waiting to be picked and the comforters calling from the beds of cuddling children. Oh, let the sun shine for it fills my soul for when the dark of winter persists I will remember this.