Detail

The dirt is rich brown
I laugh, I scream
Why must I notice
These silly little things

The sky the blue
Not a cloud around
Except over the horizon
Clumped up tight

And the sun beats down
My brow begins to glisten
Why must I care
For those silly little things

Cherry blossom trees
Bloom once in a year
What a shame
You see, 'cause
They are the prettiest things

The blossoms are pink and white
But all that is between
They fall near my knees
I lay back to rest

And I think of what I must do
For tomorrow is another day
And there are sillier things
For me to tend to.