On A Perfect Spring Day

It's hard to feel sadness
on a perfect spring day.
While the bright sun caresses my face
and warms me all over
casts a pink glow to my skin
reminds me of Jesus
and unfreezes my heart
it's prettty much impossible
to think anything bad.

As the wind kisses my neck
and gently plays with the chimes
then ruffles the leaves
on the new budding trees
and blows the dogs ears
on the top of her face
I can't for the life of me
think up a thought
that's depressing at all.

While putting up my feet
and laying back my head
with nothing to gaze at
but the daffodil's gold blooms
and nothing to hear
but the bird's gayly chirp
it's darn near inconceivable
to come up with a thought
that's even a bit sad.