This Fine Spring Day

I smelled nothing sweeter than the new rose in bloom Nor the smell of lilacs, upon a fine spring day. I saw nothing better Than the morning sun rise With the birds flying eagerly, along on their way. I tasted nothing juicier Than the softness of berries juices come alive in my mouth, refreshingly sweet. I heard nothing prettier Than the sound of the bells And the sound of laughter and children’s little feet. I felt nothing warmer Than the touch of your hand As you take mine and walk with me this fine spring day.