Let’s peel off this sadness and run in the wind.
Let’s swing from the highest branch of a big willow tree.
You’ll braid my hair and I’ll mess yours.
I’ll write a sonnet in your honor and you immortalize me in your canvas.
Let no words be needed let’s paint the skies blue.
Music be our remedy and rhythm heal our soul.
Let’s look to the morning in new light,
drink in it’s glow.
Wrap ourselves in gladness and silliness make us whole.
Let’s gaze into each moment till we can do it no more.
And repeat each day over
sweet memories and amore.