Sunshine
With color shines my yard,
The sunshine moves a pen.
The times are always hard
Before they're good again.
The sunshine is ascending
Towards my misty porch,
And it will light my doorstep
As if a lighted torch.
But now I sink in trial,
The darkness is too deep.
Misfortune hits a dial:
It's calling me to sleep.
But sleep I will not flatter
And listen to the call.
The calling words will shatter,
And pass along the hall.
With color shines my April yard
The sunshine moves a pen.
The darkness seems too deep and hard
Before light shines again.
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