On a day, such as today,
when the hawks ride on the air;
they're catching drafts, they're acrobats,
somersaulting without care.
In the distance, purple curtains,
announce the falling rain;
and this world is much too beautiful,
to degrade or to disdain.
On a day, such as today,
there's a quickness in the walk;
like spring-time in the month of May,
we have no need of talk.
The weather's so enjoyable,
I'm in my daydream mode;
atop a mesa, on a hike,
no signs of any road.
On a day, such as today,
it's so fine to be alive;
not caring where I'm going,
or if I do arrive!