My memory`s selective
Now I`m working hard
To store up pure happiness
And rubbish discard,
There is no room inside
For grudges and tears
Or troubles I suffered
In far long ago years.
I`m remembering the sunshine
Lighting up a rose petal,
A beautiful butterfly
Dancing on a new baby nettle,
The voice of a cuckoo as it flew by
When it enhanced the rainbow
In the sight of my eye.
All the flowers in their glory
That arrive in the Spring,
Birds building their nests
As they happily sing.
So much pleasure my memory can store
There is no space
For negative thoughts anymore.