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There are three stanzas and thirty-three lines total. The background photo was taken by [Ottilie]. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciative. "Sunny Day" by [Ottilie] A gentle breeze passes through the leaves, Morphing sunlit spots upon the sward; An elegant web the spider weaves While up in the trees, cicadas roared. One sunny day of sunshine bright, Hid away from the limelight’s sight, An oxeye daisy argent white Dances freely with ardent might. Just then, a charm of finches fly by; They float and soar, then vanish in green Trees that stretch and reach up to the sky, Where the sun bathes all in golden gleam. Nature truly holds many a delight, Able to alleviate pain and blight, Or simply expel any thoughts of plight That tries to drive me towards that good night. Yet when I gaze upon the garden of concrete Where sunlight fails to reach into its darkest depths, The web of streets are replete in gauche indiscreet While the roar and scraping churn of steel steals my breaths, I suffocate quietly in crowds crowding the streets Who joggle and jounce and trounce with strength Stronger than dying a thousand deaths. How can someone live like this? How can anybody live at all When the daylight’s gone, when the sunlit bliss Fades away into the nightfall. I cannot fathom how one could be alright With the suffocating drive towards that good night. And yet why is it? I cry with ardent might, With every passionate, fervent feel, Why do I feel more sodden with blight When I dance in nature than out here?
