A flower petal sailing in the breeze,
The summer sun shining through the trees,
As we walk through the grass ever so high,
It makes a swish to the noise of a fly,
The sun warm against the skin,
Conversations about all and everything,
Meandering along the country at leisure’s own pace,
I shyly glance at ones angelic summer face,
We reach nowhere on a hill so high,
Lying down to examine the sky,
As the clouds roll across our view,
I feel alive so ever brand new,
The sun has burnt my eyes into a multicoloured haze,
These are my perfect summer days.
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