“The First Day”

The days pass and the wind prances

Light streams through the curtains

But the blonde paces through, taking no glances

She moves along the summer day, no matter what the future contains

As if she were made to glide, she takes no other stances

The days are long and the breath of summer's day on her, leave no stains

The breath of summer's day, it changes her

A sweet-smelling breeze ruffles her hair, she's beauty in their eyes

The brunette stares at golden strands that flow in the air

Her smile makes it better, the view of the hills makes her realize

To the other, the blonde is so precious, a treasure so fair

Only the presence of her is what gets her to rise.