There are five things I love,
The smell and colour of freshly cut grass,
Like the dark colour of sea glass,
Yellowing pages of a well-written book,
The best place to read them is in a hidden nook,
Big, tall, old cedar trees,
I watch them sway in a gentle breeze,
That guy who will never know my name,
My **** shyness is to blame,
Fireworks in the midnight sky,
Fantastic colours that make the crowds sigh.