The promise of the suns embracing warmth
Sliding through our skin to reach our bones
Filling us with that need for indolent pleasures
The scent of tall trees mingling with the musk of earth
The sounds of distant water babbling over stones
The soft cushion of grass beneath our feet
The golden shafts of sunlight spiraling through leaves
The song of doves, the burr of cicadas, the quarrel of crows
The rich continuity of today and the memories
Of the rambling days of our youth when
Without the complexities of today we could simply
Run until we could run no more and then
Lie in the grass and watch the clouds spinning
Through our imagination rich with the dream of summer
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