To pick flowers and make bouquets. To gaze at the warm-blue ceiling-sky. To feel soft grass between bare toes. None of it is wasted or idle, In fact, it is necessary.
The offerings of summer are the little beauties we can only dream
about in the mid-winter cold. Now they are abundant and everywhere you
look. Summer begs us to rest, to see what's out there and not just pass
it by.
To pick flowers and make bouquets. To gaze at the warm-blue ceiling-sky. To feel soft grass between bare toes. None of it is wasted or idle, In fact, it is necessary.
To pick flowers and make bouquets. To gaze at the warm-blue ceiling-sky. To feel soft grass between bare toes. None of it is wasted or idle, In fact, it is necessary.