Light blue swoops down and lifts me into it’s embrace,
And I am lost in memories,
Of clear lakes and cloudless skies.
It is nameless and fleeting,
Like a freshwater fish,
Darting swiftly through the current.
It sings a song of laughter,
Harmonizing with a bubbling creek.
Nothing could anger it,
Or make it harden it’s soft shell.
It swims in the streams,
Laughing the way only children know how to laugh.
It holds on to it’s youth forever,
Never really growing up.
It is a collection of moments,
Summer days that have never been forgotten.
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