When did the world
forget the good stuff
Or did it ever truly know it?
To appreciate the day simply
because it was there
For ya.
Spread out like a field full of dandelions waiting to be lazy with.
Catching that breeze through
swaying trees
Noticing that Miss dressed
In her summer dress
Walking down the street past ya.
having an ice cream cone on a whim
just cuz she could.
Futures aren’t promised
This day.
This day,
Is the good stuff
The best stuff
You will ever see.