Sunday Sunshine
The moon is out bless my soul, I’ll dance about in front of the window Im looking out, its still too cold out. The clouds are gone, the sun will come to play, the warmth upon my face, what a beautiful day. Sunday will bring the shine, no more depressed clouded mind. The moon is out and full, reminding me of the day to come, Sunday so full of sun. The weeks of clouds passing now and the warmth that will slightly fill the air, the beautiful sunshine will come now. How, I missed the way it lightens up, no more gray sky’s lingering about, happiness fills my soul, the moon saying, hello. The Sunday sunshine fills my soul.
By: Jennifer B. Hatton
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