A petal, a color, a smell, a flower. <br />A buzz, a breeze, a bite, some bees. <br />Too fine a day to day. <br />When twosome have smelled some, <br />they do things not wholesome. <br />Too fine a day today. <br />Four flurries had scurried away, <br />though we just came here to lay. <br />Too fine a day today. <br />Look up to Heaven, breathe in, <br />see the puffs, <br />feel the breeze, <br />don't you hate leaving, <br />'cause you snuff and you sneeze. <br />With what ease those fluffs are weaving. <br />Too fine a day today. <br />Let us sleep til the night when <br />things come to frighten. <br />And we fear for the things we can't see. <br />Those four furries now our enemy. <br />No day was so fine as today, <br />but the night has turned it away.<br /><br />S.W. Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-walk-in-the-woods/
