I hear the birds sing

From the flora that surround

Me,

On this grass, I lay

Seeing the clouds overpower

The sun

A gentle breeze caresses my scars

Mystifying

This already perturbed soul

I see bugs🐛

Crawling around

How can time go this slow?

Then falls a dew

Sliding over from leaves,

Then I realize

Happiness is not what

But how

I see

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I can either call it a gloomy day or cloudy.

My day is what I make of it.