I pity pessimists with their glasses half empty
sitting on the yellow side of the hill
while I dance on the greener side,
Gorging myself with the rich nectar my half full glass holds.
I hear too much about how
The cold weather makes it harder on everyone who suffers
and with the gusts of winds, and the random rain storms,
anyone who hurts at all, will only hurt worse as the weather worsens.
wake up and realize
that the sun is always on the other side of those troubling clouds.
and brightness, though sometimes dulled,
is forever,
it may take seasons,
but you will find it, always, and again.
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