Here Comes the Sun
Damp green leaves, Soggy yellow trees
amidst a showery grey mist.
No sky above, no horizon In sight.
Not a trace of a bird in flight.
This could be frightful, yet to me the
anticipation is Pure delightful.
It's Knowing that the mist Will clear.
Our sun is Out there, think it's time to
say a prayer.
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