April 28, 2021
If I could form a perfect day,
What would I do? What would I say?
Would it be summer, spring, or fall,
Perhaps some winter I recall?
With all the days to dream or choose,
I’d need some time to think, to muse.
Perhaps a day that’s worry free,
Perhaps some place I’d like to see.
I’d want some puffy clouds and sun,
I’d want to add a little fun.
Would I prefer a big parade,
Or just a hammock in the shade?
I like a little spice in life,
Variety, but hold the strife.
I’m glad each day is fresh and new,
Especially when skies are blue.