The thing is that happiness doesn’t grow on trees
It slips up beside you and trickles down like honeyed passionfruit in a summery breeze
And it’s watermelon sugar on sticky hands and lips
The sound of birds and bees buzzing about and softly rolling hips
Always and forever moments standing still in time
Sighs and a velvety touch will make you fall into the slipstream of rhythm and rhyme
Long may it be said that love comes for us all, in the end
But it’s happiness that comes first, and long may I be rend
In two, me and you flowing like a river all the way through
The willow leaves that tickle us as we float our way to Avalon true
The thing is that happiness doesn’t grow on trees
But it grows and grows all the same, and wither or not we please
Sunshine and sweet warm breezes, it’s such a wonderful change of pace.
MarieAthena
Your writings are dreamy and so sensual… ❤ this sentence…'and long may I be rend in two..' ❤ ❤
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