On such a day as this,
when the air is drenched with honeysuckle breath...
when daisies gather sunny-side-up...
and the sun smiles on Barley...
while a rabbit watches from the weeds...
when purple coneflowers toss their hair in the breeze...
Would it be possible to touch a cloud...
to lend a hand...
to forgive a wrong?
Would it be possible on a rainy day?