There's nothing to write but write anyway
There's nothing to say but say anyway
There's nothing to do but do you know
The sun and the warm breeze know what to do
The sun arrived early this morning
The wind came by a little latter
I listen for awhile to their conversation
They seem to have known each other a long time
They didn't mind me being there
And now the sound of tires on a two lane highway
Someone out for a scenic drive
I'm taking slow sips from a glass of tea
Peering out from the shade of an umbrella
The sky seems to be a darker blue that way
Now that I've introduced you to my day
There are no actors here and what I stumble upon
Is that any other time this would be a boring day
But now I see there is something to write
There is something to say to do
A bird flew by and missed it's target
And so I'm finding this to be a perfect day
For the sun the wind and me