The Perfect Day

The Perfect Day

The rising sun announces the new day.

Each flower awakes to catch a golden ray.

Then, from the tree tops songbirds call.

Echoes ring from glade to canyon wall.

Grass, which bent from heavy dew,

Bends back to touch the sky anew.

And now the sun comes slowly falling

 To the west which whispers, calling.

Each perfect day which has begun

Must to a parting sunset come.