Saturday, May. 18, 2002 - 6:01 p.m.

Sparkling monkeys dance in the shadows of the night.

They are happy for you, they see all.

Why aren't you happy for you?

The emerald hares bounce, they enjoy life.

Look at the trees, they sway in the wind and are purple. Pretty flowers are nice.

The lake is reflecting the moon, lightning illuminates it for a while. Then gone.

And the stars, they shimmer, in the sky.

Only at night.

And the birds, the visible spectrum in feathers, wings, lifting into the sky. High.

And then...well...who can say?