After all the gray weather
The sun is a welcome gift
We wait and wait as if for
Something on thrift. We
Do not always get our way
Or enjoy our favorite day
But if our attitude is right
We will not take flight, but
Wait until our turn appears
To be. Weather is natures gift
It is given freely without
Hesitation and the good part
Is that you will need no
Reservation. Just wait, it will
Come and with it our joy and
Thanks. The brightness is
In toxifying, sometimes too
Much bliss.
Stanski
February 2, ^, 2024
Steve Haarman 