Imagine its spring, Or perhaps its summer,
In spite of the garden\'s song,
The birds aloof;
The wind will soothe,
And the children will sing along.
Without a single moment\'s delay;
Rain and Snow and many things elated,
Bring to life and preserve this Eden,
To bring a smile to all who see it.
Summer, Spring, Winter and Fall,
To which of them is the best of all?
It matters not, the result shan\'t change,
Because in spite of season;
Its radiance remains the same.
Some theories state that
Color may vary between different persons.
Teary eyed, appalled, baffled by resilience;
I reject the thought, and I lament if it\'s true,
Because the Blue I see, is brilliant.