Always some sunshine, don'tcha well know...
Gotta have rain to make the flowers grow
I'll gather them, tie them up with a bow
And give them to you for when there is snow
When it's too cold in the day, we'll dance all the night
Not too old to play, young enough to be right
Our mountains and treetops become metaphors
While slipping and sliding on those hardwood floors
I tell you, I can't master those things in socks
And I love how we never have ends to our talks
When life becomes dreary, we'll splash in the puddles
And laugh hard enough to forget all our muddles
And then, as you know, sometimes things will be cheesy
But too many kittens just might make me sneezy
So all in all, as I've been trying to say
However we got here, I'd have it no other way
Just off the top of my head.... a very whoosh poem.
"You may tell me."
"Post it! Nao!"
"You may tell me."
"Post it! Nao!"
