How could you think the day long?
When the soil soaked in wetness
And bathed its children with life.
When streaming colored grains of compa**ion
Sang crawling sparks of sets duration,
Took time to watch the tide crash
Against the sand and rocks of the Shore?
Could today have been prettier,
Had a bird sang truth with conviction?
Or could it have been softer,
Had snow fallen hills been erected?
Or was it all just perfect this day,
With the ringing of splashes around
And puddles of bitter, clinging near,
Crying for the posthumous glory
Of raindrops dying in a freefall?