What a wonderful wonderful day,
to go outside to play,
be it sun or be it rain,
be anything,
and come what may!

Tell me something exciting,
tell me something new!
Something about your past,
or anything will do.

What a day it is today,
now wouldn't you say so too?
But then again you wouldn't notice it,
if tweet, and text, and chat all day,
is all that you do.

Smell the roses, drink a sip of coffee,
remember laughing until it hurts?
Remember what it was like?
To just be happy?

Now we're all sad little people,
clinging closer to our phones and I-Pads,
now we just don't care for each other any more,
now that we have our little do-dads.

I see I've at least piqued your interest,
at least thus far at least.
How this has captured your attention,
the words on this screen,
the digital, addictive beast.

This. Drug.

We can live without it,
so we say,
but how are we so attached to it,
day by blessed day?

Heaven knows why we've lost our senses,
Lord only knows when we've traded summer times,
for texting romances.

What a day it is outside,
as I watch from my window,
the trees sway in time,
with the grass in the meadow.

Let the water laugh as it tumbles through the brook,
and let us enjoy the day together,
if only you would just look.

What a day.
What--a--day.