Butterflies all flit from flower to flower,
Watermelon juice is on my chin,
The light drips from the leaves in golden shower
And splashes off the rooftop made of tin.
Cool rain makes puddle mirrors out of sidewalks
And bends the bushes into funny shapes,
The squirrels with tail umbrellas exchange talks
On forage policy, narrow escapes.
Any day is likely to be lovely
If you like to learn to love just any day.