The water was flowing,
near the river, a beautiful tree growing,
holding onto as bumpy rock,
the sun beating down was oh so hot.
Above the water i stood,
pull her to me, i know i should,
she enjoyed the cooling splashes,
of water jumping in tiny patches.
His laughter filled the air,
hanging around without a care,
summer was in our hands,
the ground was rocky, without sand.
The calling bird sings it rhyme,
but it doesn't fit int his part of time,
i don't think it could ever be,
with a sound as sweet as you are to me.
The water was shimmering blue,
as if it were only brand new,
maybe someday we'd come back to this place,
and I'd reminisce about your young face.
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