In the sight of colored leaves blowing,
In the sound of children’s voices singing,
In the smell of fresh-boiled peanuts, and
In the taste of pecan pie,
In the of touch of your hand,
however fleeting it might have been,
I found a moment’s grace.
And nobody can take it away
when I celebrate the day.

So don’t mind me while I run in circles
flinging leaves up toward blue skies,
giddy and oozing joy that has been
a long time coming to me
and will surely be on its way before
I am ready to lose it again and weep.
So, never mind your speech on reality.
Just let me play finders, keepers,
celebrate one grace-filled day.