The springtime blossoms with color and light

The very air is thick with life

The sky orbits a world of new, new, new

The sky orbits a world dancing for me and you

The song of the birds drifts through the trees

The grasses buzz with the sound of bees

These are the things the optimist sees. 

I see the rain,

I see the pollen

I see the pain,

I see the fallen

The allergies and the stingers of bees

These are the things that the pessimist sees.