Imagine a red morning without dew

No nighttime tears to glisten in the dawn

Or birds who sing without a mournful coo

To fill the air along with tweeting song.

Imagine the warm breeze across the grass

Without the hint of humid, sticky air

When suddenly the blossoms, full at last,

Unfold their perfect petals without care.

Imagine that full feeling of delight

When after evening falls across the earth

Your satisfaction casts its rays of light

Contentment a companion for your mirth.

A perfect day like this to mind is brought

When they say I should be sorry, but I’m not.