Happy.

Okay. Calm down people. I'm not going to commit suicide. I just like to write.

the trees are bare
the world white
I sit and stare
to see the sight
the grass is green
the flowers tall
a vibrant scene
I watch it all
It's cold it's wet
it's warm it's dry
I sulk and fret
and wonder why
life goes on
and I stay here
from the crack of dawn
till dusk is near
when's it my time
and where's my fame
why's it that I'm
still the same