Deficiency.

I can't seem
to get enough
                  SUN.

Sick
  & SicK again
      from lack
                    of SUN.


"You are my Sunshine,"
I sing,
"My only Sunshine."

                  But I'm not happy
                  'cause you're always gray.

                  because
                  I'm
                  not

                  your only
                                SUNshine.


And that causes
the clouds
to stay.

Web Worm(s).

The tree
outside the window
is dying.
             Maybe.
               I think.

The tree
next to the swing
is losing its leaves with each sway.

"Maybe it's webworms," I say.

"No," comes a reply,
          "The webs were full of spiders."

"Well," I say,
            "Something
                                is stressing it out."

"Ok."

        And we go on with our day.