“Here is a day, do with it as you will.”
Be my pillars that are sun-kissed and gold,
stand by me when I grow unruly and old.
At times cages are rugged and at times they are grace,
sometimes they hold down wonders that you don’t have to chase.
When the bees aren’t yellow and when pines don’t grow tall,
that’s when I’ll stop walking our path and start taking the fall.