Forsythia so bright and yellow

Yet diamonds strain the hyacinth-stem

Her smile is more precious than glazes of gold and the glitziest of gems

Rain pouring down on a seaport-town,
She’s jumping over puddles missing me be around

Strike one, two, three goes the ball
With bases loaded I risk it all

Thank God it is only the fourth-inning, I am grateful for today and another new-beginning