When the sun is out we smile
the overcast sky looms rain.
The flowers bob in the breeze
the pathways lead us to home.
At the end of the path is our dwelling.
Full of warmth and comfort.
Plenty of food on the table
and flowers in the vase.
Make your home what you will of it.
It is yours for ever.
Until it is time for the big move
and then it is time to pack it up.
The sun is always there.
But one day it will go out.
Make the most of this time
and enjoy the moments.
Very good
Brilliant poem
Thank you for the nice comment.