I sat down slouched on my chair,

thinking about the next poem I wanted to write.

I thought about letting out my emotions, my worries, my doubts

But then…

I should be brighter.

After all, who knows who’s reading my poems?

I should be spreading happiness,

not reminding myself of that overflowing bottle.

It’s about time I should write something pleasant,

so here it goes:

The sun is great.

It shines all day.

The sunset is cool, but it doesn’t last long.

Some flowers are nice too.

They bloom in the spring.

And the spring is colorful. The summer is hot.

The autumn is red, winter is white.

The ocean’s good, too.

It’s filled with many things.

It’s deep and vast and wide.

And the same thing with outer space.

Basically, everything is great.

So yeah.

That’s it.