People love the longer days
For
soaking up those sunshine rays
But
I, for one, prefer the phase
Of
darkened afternoons.
Since
when the sun is all ablaze,
The
time one spends indoors betrays
The
natural urge to fresh-air graze
Near
flowers and balloons.
Of
course, the spring deserves its praise,
With
gardens flaunting their displays
And
I’ll conform to normal ways
Of
Aprils, Mays and Junes.
But
really, I like best to laze
Inside
when tiredness outweighs
The
late-day sun; my eyes just glaze
(Though
most would say too soon).
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