An Almost Perfect Day

On an almost perfect day,

The grass is cool,

Soft, luscious, green.

The air is breezy,

Clear and clean.

The sky is a perfect,

Glassy blue.

The clouds are fluffy,

White, but few.

The trees are full,

Flowers newly grown.

It's nice to go out,

All on your own.

To climb a tree,

And read a book,

Or lie on your back,

And just, at everything look.

The sun is shining,

All day long.

The day is filled ,

With the birds sweet song.

But what makes the day,

Less than perfect,

Is that at some point,

It must end.

So you'll fall asleep wondering,

If tomarrow will be,

An almost perfect day again.

Meghan