The sun is out, the time is right
To take a walk outside
I grab my sweater old and worn
Find where my sneakers hide

I take a path not walked so much
I follow it for a while
I see some birds flitting about
And then I have to smile

The flowers grow in rainbow groups
The purples, reds and blues
Some will compete with brighter shades
And some are softer hues

The trees have gentle springtime buds
All dainty, light and fine
The birds and squirrels run and play
Among the birch and pine

There is a gently blowing breeze
As soft as antique lace
It lifts my hair a little bit
And softly kissed my face

I take my time, no hurrying
Take time I have to be
Just walking in the sunshine
To see what I can see
 

(c) "Amalthea Celebras"  K.C. Fahel  21 April 1992