The gingham blanket draped over the dewy morning grass
Protected by the shade of a dull, brown straw hat
Sparkling water bubbling in a bottle made of glass
Drinking in the sun’s bright glow, we sat
Listening to the stream of gossip babbling from the brook
The gentle breath of Mother Nature brushing past my face
Flipping through the dusty pages of a poetry book
Laughing off crumbs of scones onto napkins made of lace
Rosy cheeks painted by the sunset’s softest kiss
The euphonious chime of bells echoing from the lips of fairies
Child-like fantasties dreamed to life as we began to reminisce
Lips coated by the aftertaste of springtime air and cherries
Strands of chestnut hair dancing gracefully in the breeze
The fragile clink of china, nursing teacups full of tea
Petals and thorns of wildflowers tickling my knees
Sunlight fading tenderly into distant memory
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