The sun slowly sinks down behind the mountains,
casting faded orange and yellow rays.
Wispy clouds drift overhead,
pushed by the wind.
A single cricket's chirp fills the air with a quiet song,
more joining to make a simple harmony.
Laughter echoes through the valley,
along with shrieks of joy.
Picking wildflowers and weeds,
tied with grass to make a bouquet.
Rolling down the hill,
hair coming undone,
becoming a dizzy mess.
Writing letters to our future selves,
with our hopes and dreams sealed in an envelope.
Holding hands as we walk,
wishing time would stand still.
casting faded orange and yellow rays.
Wispy clouds drift overhead,
pushed by the wind.
A single cricket's chirp fills the air with a quiet song,
more joining to make a simple harmony.
Laughter echoes through the valley,
along with shrieks of joy.
Picking wildflowers and weeds,
tied with grass to make a bouquet.
Rolling down the hill,
hair coming undone,
becoming a dizzy mess.
Writing letters to our future selves,
with our hopes and dreams sealed in an envelope.
Holding hands as we walk,
wishing time would stand still.
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