Crystal seas and Christmas trees,
sand between my toes,
fairy lights, chocolate bites,
the smell of summer in my nose.
Feathers and shells,
delicate and bright,
this fast spinning earth,
and stars so bright,
and bubbling laughter,
beneath the big red sun,
days of tears and
days of fun
and-
days where nothing,
absolutely nothing,
has ever felt so right,
as the living days,
breathing days,
that feel so warm and bright.