The sun is out
And birds sing
Their song
Tweet and whistle
What a bright
Day to go
And play
The clouds are
Gone and the
grass is green.
Sing birds sing!
Everyone smiles
I smile back
I wave
'Goodmorning' they say
'Hello to you'
Walking in the
Sun
It hides the
Days gloom.
It hides the
Sorrow in sunlight
All happy in glee
And joyful.
A Perfect day...
For a suicide.
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Excellent! I understand the ending completely - everything can look so rosy from the outside but it's what is going on inside that counts.