It Is A Matter of Circumstance

When I walk, so in sunshine I truly prefer. You see, rain always makes me be thinking of her, who is found in the atmosphere high above earth, though not quite giving light as a matter of worth.

And if walking to suit her, I truly was mad. Never she arrowed target by power she had. If in sunshine I move, I can play with the sun, and believe that to hit me is very much fun.

moving target
the two of them
period

Bud

I am writing with meter, though wanting of time. Maybe, also, this paragraph ends up with rhyme. You see, even if I am about to be free, I have very much faith in the trunk of the tree.

Maybe that is what makes buds reluctant to spring. Maybe they to the tree by astonishment cling. And the root it is not, the bud, longing for air. I'll say, bud is a buddy, to origin fair.

branch
bud
professor

The Colour of Grey

Grey is it not fathomed clearly. Grey is it if lifeless, nearly. Grey is though by many colours. Fun it is to find the valorous.

insignificance
daybreak
Christ