Analysis of A Wonderful Day

If you can still see
The vast panorama
Like an artist's pallet of colors
All the hues of green, browns and blue
An overwhelming endless canvas
Of brooks, trees, meadows
All meeting the aqua blue unending sky
An open vista of dazzling colors
So true, so real, beholden
Eyes open, there is a flock of blackbirds
The murmur of a stream tumbling
Some nearby trees rustle
It is a pastoral, peaceful canvas
Ever to be explored until embedded in your soul
As we walk within the painting
We feel freedom, openness
A minor miracle overcome, obsessed
The gravity and power of nature to stimulate
Or to relax, rest and meditate
As with each waking step we inhale
The fresh breeze caressing our cheeks
"It's a wonderful day,
Isn't it?"
Each man has his own language
Never to forget the words
But often the meaning