Where in the world is my radiantly dressed one

[spentacular]

i was harvesting some flowers today and i felt like a guy
who sat upon a pedestal without a worry, care or cry.
there was an abundance of love that came only from the trees
and the echoing sounds that fill my heart of wavy open seas.
i start to rhyme cause there's no fun in just writing normal,
and since i dont like it much im deciding to not be formal.
a boy whose name is evan ponton is coming to my house,
and we will burn a fire loud and hang out with a mouse.
we'll sit and dream and think and scream and wonder what to do
on this first day of weekday summer of which we have so few.
life is short and so are gnomes and so we must be nice
to all the things about which we neglected to think twice.
days seems long and so do fields that never seem to end
yet darkness comes everytime as does the mountainous trend
of up and down sideways around and through the forest plain,
tripping up and down the road and wond'ring what is sane.

hmm..

so goes my day