I was feeling creative, but I was also feeling a little lazy, so I used some good vocabulary, but it's a pretty simple rhyme scheme. Hooray for half lazy poems! But, I still think it's good. For me, at least.
-TheLightningSpeaksAtLast
When the Sun Comes Out
Everyone knows
That when winter is done,
As are the snows,
Then out comes the sun
To warm away
All that is cold
And the skies that be gray
To free life in frozen hold.
But some winters
It seems
The sun dare not enters,
Spring to be only distant dreams.
But why?
When sun is obscured
It be not nigh
Even fractures are blurred
In attempts to break through.
The bleak wardens show not
The full beauty the world unto.
If ice were to melt
It might because has felt.
When heavenly sun
To renounce dark clouds
Shines to leave cold none,
The bright is loud
And the frost to run.
Then it will crack
The stiff and cold
And warmth will come back.
True, winter brings such joy to be made.
But does it not get old
When you're oh so cold
And the warmth is delayed?
It's always nice to get a little sun.
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