When I step out onto my porch
After the sun has gone down
I can hear the stars singing
I can feel the crickets dancing
And I dance along
I don’t care who is watching
Because im dancing out of love
Not of care
The bull frogs join in
And the whippoorwills too
Natures music laying out the pattern
They sing poetry in patterns and parallels
And put together the atmosphere
Of summer
Sticking flowers in our hair
And tie dying t shirts
Laying In the grass
And counting the clouds
Plucking the green leaves off the trees
And throwing them to the breeze
Building a campfire
And roasting marshmallows
To make a new page in the scrapbook of life
So one day we will sit together and look back
And be glad to remember our fun times we shared
That summer
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