It was a beautiful day
The sun shone down
Each ray helping the waters refract
So beautifully it did
That was a fact
The pollen glided through the airs
As if without a care
It looked as if there was snow
But there were no clouds that showed
No cold temperature to cause water droplets to freeze
Because it was the opposite, in fact
Only a warm breeze was here presently
Making the trees sway softly with every gust
You sat with me
Under the greenery
Saying sweet words
Making me blush
Playing your uke
Next to the bridge
In our town of Dubuque
Our picnic had been ruined hadn’t it?
A trail of ants decided
It was theirs to consume
They must have been delighted
Though, it was to our gloom
We laughed anyways
Ants carrying away our feast,
Was a bit funny,
To say the least,
So we stayed sat
Our hearts content
From the happening we’d been laughing at
That’s when you got down on one knee and said
“Georgia, will you marry me?”
