In the bitter cold I can see my breath,
As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks,
Gently settling in my clothes and hair.
I am headed to the car with a cake.
There'll be a festive party tonight!
My boots glide into the powdery fluff;
And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing!
The evening sun is setting so very red;
And I can hear the whistle of a bird.
The night will be filled with laughter;
......
In the tall green grass of August I lay,
And the sky was a sparkling deep blue,
And the orange sun sat on a distant hill,
As I drowsed in the forever of a moment!
Magenta blush and red flowers over my head,
Waved at the vivid birds floating above,
As puffy clouds drifted slowly, far away.
A yellow butterfly landed in my long hair,
And fluttered away as insects hummed tunes.
Time slowed to a stop in the season of sun!
......
A verdant archway, a long tunnel of trees,
With deep sunset colors filtering through,
In advance of cream moonlight treasures!
Birdsongs, whistles and cricket calls glide,
As evening drama opens amidst greenery.
Before night soon cascades tenderly down,
On a day like others, for beauty renowned!
A verdant archway, a long tunnel of trees,
With deep sunset colors filtering through,
In advance of cream moonlight treasures!
Birdsongs, whistles and cricket calls glide,
As evening drama opens amidst greenery.
Before night soon cascades tenderly down,
On a day like others, for beauty renowned!
In the tall green grass of August I lay,
And the sky was a sparkling deep blue,
And the orange sun sat on a distant hill,
As I drowsed in the forever of a moment!
Magenta blush and red flowers over my head,
Waved at the vivid birds floating above,
As puffy clouds drifted slowly, far away.
A yellow butterfly landed in my long hair,
And fluttered away as insects hummed tunes.
Time slowed to a stop in the season of sun!
......
In the bitter cold I can see my breath,
As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks,
Gently settling in my clothes and hair.
I am headed to the car with a cake.
There'll be a festive party tonight!
My boots glide into the powdery fluff;
And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing!
The evening sun is setting so very red;
And I can hear the whistle of a bird.
The night will be filled with laughter;
......