"The sun shines brightly, mingling with the small violet flowers singing in the breeze
shadows peek from behind the tree trunks
tiptoeing through a steam and stretching
as if they know, a long days work is ahead of them
in the raw soil, a snake slithers like the sound of a violin
the rough brown grass, aches and moans and grumbles little bits of awakening
watching all, the blue ridge mountains laugh with a majestic chuckle
thinking how great it must be to be young
these are the best days of our lives
the flowers, brown eyed and naive say:
"forget me not"
"i won't" the sun replies, smiling.
just keep living and everything will be fine."