“This harsh and hostile climate is no place for me to live;
I am spent, and I have no more left to give.
The cold, crisp air stuns my tired eyes,
It seems that the sun refuses to rise,
Whilst the temperature drops, and the nights draw in;
I fear monotony will soon begin!”
I turned to my friend, bemused and bewildered,
I knew then that a message had not yet been delivered.
“It is difficult to argue with reasoning so pure!
But, even then, how can you be so sure?
Yes, on occasion, the skies may turn grey,
Indeed, there are days when the storm cannot be kept at bay.
The rain may fall; the day may be a strain,
But, don’t you fret, come tomorrow, the sun will shine again!”