It's dark outside,

Dark and gloomy and lifeless.

Yet I have my own little sun,

One that spins around me wherever I go.

An aura all my own,

Something I got as a reward,

For braving the tough days, weeks, and months.

The sun is warm

And keeps me safe.

Fingering orange strands reach out

And capture me in their weaved arms.

A net of happiness

That blocks the dark sky

And the billowing storm clouds.

Even if it rained and hailed and

Made me fear,

I'd still have my net.

It is the best feeling in the world,

To have such a net.

For a net that can capture

The light orange glow of the sun

That radiates happiness,

Is truly a net worth waiting for.