Sweet Days

What do we do when the day is sweet,

The sun shines and the air feels clean,

But we remain trapped indoors.

With hope for peace of mind,

And adventures to be remembered by,

Though it isn’t our reality.

Our purpose served in ways we want to end.

Let’s change as much as we can,

And breathe deeply the love we share.

I want to take your hand,

Before winter sets in and brings folly.

We don’t have to die just yet.

We must live each brightened day.

And even when the light is dim,

Our happiness won’t shy or fade.