You're going to reap just what you sow

just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

......

Just a perfect day, though i didn't spend it in the park drinking sangria, or in the zoo feeding animals. I was walking to school to meet friends for sunday brunch. but it was a perfect day anyway. spring breeze, soft sunshine, sweet flowers, intoxicating fragrances...; two little boys selling lemonade for free on the street, sitting on their knees behind their cute little "counter", golden hair glistening in the sun, stars glittering in their eyes. They are brothers. The little one apparently enjoyed very much people gathering around and talked excitedly. The older one, about 5, much more quietly, poured me a cup of lemonade. Father asked: "Simon, what are you selling the lemonade for?" Simon: "f...f......" The father: "yes. free. but you have to do what?" Both of them: "you have to be good to people." I took the cup Simon handed to me. He looked at me shyly, big eyes with a bit anticipation but more of curiosity: this big girl looks different, would she like my lemonade? what a cute boy! I took a sip, hmm-- fresh, cool, crisp. I drank it up and he smiled. a perfect smile.