Slowly, the seasons change Flowers blooming, birds chirping The season where nature shows off it's beauty Sweets from spring is always fruity Animals appear in their environment, just to keep it living When midnight strikes, insects are always singing The calming wind gives us chills But also yet, it's always refreshing Take another step into the grass Remind yourself of where you are Always remember to bring your compass There you you go, playing on your guitar.
Some people would say, Are you Mad, Bad, Depraved or perverted? He's so much younger than you. I would say to some people, if that's what you think you have never known true love. Age is just a number and only matters for fine wine and cheese Young wine is sweet, bright and refreshing. I'm in love, and refreshed, some people.