We sit in the yard
And paint strange art on our jeans
Let our soft skin soak up the rays of sunshine
The pink flowers blow off the tree
And get caught in our hair
Quietly listening to the music we are reminded
Of those hot summer afternoons
Of cookouts and swimming
Of lightning bugs and canoe wars
Of fireworks and tents
Of campfires and mikes hard lemonade
Glad to be enjoying life the way we are
And living It to the fullest
Stand up and twirl around the yard
Let the spring breeze blow our flyaways
Into our eyes and the sun
Blind us
Stick a flower behind my ear
And let it show others how I love
Free and different
Different ways, different things
How I let them fill me up
And overflow my walls
A butterfly flies up and lands on my nose
And caught in that moment
I am happy
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