Define it as madness, but define it.
Do you still hear the music?
Do you remember how to dance?
The sunflowers came up too early. It was only February, and the last frost killed them. It's mid-March now, and while you're waiting for their siblings, you try to think of a moral. Look before you leap. Do not rush into things.
But oh, what a joy it was to see the young heralds of summer!
And isn't there more to life than living?