Never finer any morning was than this
shiny, chilly, Maytime dream of day,
skies bluer than the bluest February
thought of what the spring might bring,
green leaves glisten and blooms beam,
birds chirp and sing, neighbors mow lawns,
sun dances on every surface, light bounces
everywhere, enlivening, illuminating
even the darkest recesses of sad minds,
torn hearts and battered, storm-weary souls.
