down they forgot as up they grew

Sometimes, I really like poems even when I don't have a clue what they mean,
just because the words sound so cool together. This one by e.e. cummings
is a stellar example. (I know it's a tad on the long side, but just read it. Do it.)

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

I get that there's some sort of life progression going on here, or some sort of passage of time, but I haven't decided yet if it's happy or not.

Today I think it's happy.
Mostly because today I am.

I think I'm going to run a 5K next month. Any tips for a girl who dances too much, but never goes running?(Also, if you're in the area, you should run it with me! March 13th, 9:15 AM)

Hope you all have a good week, living in your pretty how towns. :)