The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
Little green frog.
A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
Bloom.
Take me where the wildflowers grow.
Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
The beetles salad.
Hisses and slithers.
Each flower, I picked for you.
The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
Petals that stretch.
By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
Fish wriggling.
Sunrise silhouette's.
I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
The clouds hang over the mountain tops.
Little green frog.
A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world.
Soft and pale like butterfly wings.
Bloom.
Take me where the wildflowers grow.
Fresh-picked blueberries, sun-kissed afternoons, and you.
The beetles salad.
Hisses and slithers.
Each flower, I picked for you.
The ladybug lands upon the purple flower.
Petals that stretch.
By the sea I stand, rolling waves, sea salt drying your skin.
Fish wriggling.
Sunrise silhouette's.
I wonder, if the sunrise ever looks down and holds its breath, as its beauty takes over the sky.
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