It’s something I don’t really know how to explain
The feeling of the sun on this late August day
The beauty of the sky just as blue as can be
The grass being green
The most I’ve ever seen
And I have not the slightest clue why
But this all reminds me of another time
When we were all kids
Every day was today
Because every day was as bright as can be
No day was dull
All days felt free
As we felt the heat of the ground
And the feel of the grass
As we ran around
Not quiet nor discreet
And now
Every year
I get that fear
That that whimsy I had is no longer near
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