on a quiet picnic on a pretty quilt on a green green hill with big full trees with long thick branches perfect for climbing under a sun so hot with animal shaped clouds and lets go in a VW bus and we'll wear tie dye shirts and put our feet on the dashboard and sing loud to every song. then we'll build a campfire and play guitar and ill sing my song for you. we'll pitch our tent and climb inside into our checkered red and blue sleeping bags and we'll be barefoot. and our hair will be in our eyes. but we wont care just because.
and in the morning we'll eat toast with hot applesauce on it.
and then we'll go canoeing and accidentally fall in.
and we'll let our hair dry naturally and curl, but we wont care. just because.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem