My happiness is tied to the sun
I would like to pluck it from the sky
and keep it in my pocket
for the days that I have none
My imagination awakens with the moon
It waxes and wanes
in a rhythm all its own
but always its gone too soon
My soul is bound to the cycles of the seasons
To the snows of winter
and rains of spring
the endless summer days
and the fall's dwindling greens
but a as winter's darkness sets in
I find my hidden sunlight
and I know
in due course
spring will begin again
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