Happiness

I tried so hard to be sad today
Think thoughts that were most profound. 
Ernest, deep and heart-breaking
words they say, 
that are most striking. 
But I could not stop singing out aloud.
In glory of the view outside.
A sun that shone
A breeze so sweet.
Golden light on wintery white
Snow that spoke of a spring in the making. 
Jacket in hand
I left the house.
Strolled along a river. 
Sweetly flowing.
Though the trees are still brown. 
Spring is coming!
Spring is coming
sang the birds in merry chorus.  
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