Early Summer,
Cherry Trees Blossom,
Sitting in the moonlight,
And two a.m calls.
The soft scent of perfume,
Whisps in the air,
Take a deep breath,
And take a listen.
Early birds chirping,
Crickets creeking,
Hands touching,
And marsh-mellows roasting.
The guitar strings strum,
The crowd starts to hum,
You close your eyes,
And cherish this moment.
It's full of heaven,
It's full of life,
It's early Summer,
Where Cherry Trees Blossom.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Early Summer,
Cherry Trees Blossom,
Sitting in the moonlight,
And two a.m calls.
The soft scent of perfume,
Whisps in the air,
Take a deep breath,
And take a listen.
Early birds chirping,
Crickets creeking,
Hands touching,
And marsh-mellows roasting.
The guitar strings strum,
The crowd starts to hum,
You close your eyes,
And cherish this moment.
It's full of heaven,
It's full of life,
It's early Summer,
Where Cherry Trees Blossom.
