The world offers no beads of nectar today;
It is dry and wrinkled with somber old age.
Lain before me is emptiness alone portrayed;
And in the cruel bleak of it I am encaged.
Not a blade of grass nor drop of dew could glisten,
My heart could not purr with such joy.
There is not a word spoken of charm I could listen,
Nor may I pet any jem or blissful toy.
The sun weeps behind ominous clouds;
The sky grimly frowns in despair.
For all servents of mather nature around
Know today that she simply can't care.
Today is the day gloom prevails;
As the babble of creatures has ceased,
for a sullenness has set everywhere,
and illumination has quietly deceased.
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