no serene recollection

morning comes from mountains sudden light
night turns into small shadows and expires
the brilliance of the sun quite dulls the fires
we see the hummingbirds and hawks take flight
now distant prospects are open to our sight
but we're distracted by the marks of tyres
deep in fresh mud now each one of us aspires
to leave these scenes which do not seem so bright
and now looking backward with much older eyes
forget the pains and sorrows remember better air
there's naught but memory left to us now
we want to gild it to call it our paradise
forget each long and painful farmhouse year
and every promise made and solemn vow