Transitory


I see the morning sun a-rising
Ever so slowly the sun floats higher
Till it soars.
The blue sky's brilliant background
for fluffy white clouds
that catch and hold the imaginings
of young girls and boys.
And I am happy, very happy
And I sing.

I feel the noon time's sun's
heat upon me
Radiant warmth caressing
Blue sky's morphing to greyish hue
And I am happy, very happy
And I sing.

I hear the crickets chirping
As evening's sun drops down
And the western sky's afire
Amid brilliant purple clouds
Too soon to be extinguished
By the night.
Oh where's the joy
Of this glorious day lost?
In my memory; only in my memory now.

Preserve your memories, boy,
they're the last thing that's left you.