The Sun Still Shines.

Early one morning, I went for a very long walk.

to a place, where once, many people would talk.

Hidden by trees, a house quietly sat there.

It no longer had love or anybody to care.

Through the window, I saw an old bed.

Left as it was, all movement now dead.

It was dark and dusty in this old family place

I could not see much joy in this empty space. 

Then it occurred to me and my wondering eyes,

The summer sun was now shining as it began to rise.

It shone on the wall and brightened the room

and shone in the hall on an old wooden broom.

It kissed the fireplace and soon resembled a flame

for the absence of warmth, only time was to blame.

In this old house, people may have ceased to reside.

But the Sun still shines and breathes a new life inside.