Like a child's painting,
the sun is shining bright,
the hills are all so green and
and flowers are a beautiful
sight.
We picnic in the valley where
the trillium bloom, as we
gaze into each others eyes
and wait upon the moon.
The world stops spinning,
when I am there with you,
my hand in your hand is
a dream come true.
The warm summer breeze
that never fades away,
brings with it reminders
of happier days.
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