Remember

As I look out the window upon the flowers, 
I understand the reason for April showers. 
I look at the reds, blues, and whites, 
and I see how God made it right. 
I listen to the birds song, 
and realize that some people live life wrong. 
we should be like the birds who never go poor, 
because they realize, important as it is, theres something more. 
I watch the trees sway in a calm breeze, 
the sight of it almost brings me to my knees. 
As I stand up to walk away, 
I know that these memories will always stay