In which my day of birth is laid
In which the bees all prance around
with a summer tune stuck in their
little heads.
In which all people dress in bright yellow
colors.
In which tiny droplets of water splash around the pool
In which just the smallest bit of cold water could
soothe a parched throat
In which smiles spread across childrens' faces
as they jump around
In which flowers bloom one by one creating
the most beautiful mural on the face of the Earth
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
In which my day of birth is laid
In which the bees all prance around
with a summer tune stuck in their
little heads.
In which all people dress in bright yellow
colors.
In which tiny droplets of water splash around the pool
In which just the smallest bit of cold water could
soothe a parched throat
In which smiles spread across childrens' faces
as they jump around
In which flowers bloom one by one creating
the most beautiful mural on the face of the Earth
