Opt

Some see the world as holiday
Where every moment is serene
And nothing can have gone astray
For everything is bright and green
And growing higher every day.
Some think that nothing can be mean,
And skies that threaten black and grey
Are mere illusions, or obscene.
I am not one of these; I see
The world around me darker than
The optimistic ever can,
But when the night falls fitfully
And we are snuggled by the fire
I see the world that they desire.