Sunbeams sift through emerald leaves
as 'munks pitter patter down below,
their whiskers tickled by the spring breeze.
At the shore a cerulean wave splashes,
while young lovers soak in the sand
brushing joy-filled tears from their lashes.
Baskets of fresh fried fish are passed around
to a picnicking family on the hill
absorbed in the peace of nature's sound.
There's something about these slices of time
that melts away the darkest of minds,
and that my friends is truly sublime.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Sunbeams sift through emerald leaves
as 'munks pitter patter down below,
their whiskers tickled by the spring breeze.
At the shore a cerulean wave splashes,
while young lovers soak in the sand
brushing joy-filled tears from their lashes.
Baskets of fresh fried fish are passed around
to a picnicking family on the hill
absorbed in the peace of nature's sound.
There's something about these slices of time
that melts away the darkest of minds,
and that my friends is truly sublime.
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