Summer is the day we went out together
To a field of foxtails and green slopes.
Summer is the sun shining down
On your smiling, joyful face.
Summer is the clear blue sky
And clouds covering the sun just enough
Summer is the narrow snapshot of foxtails and hills
An escape from the dull grey buildings around.
Summer is my white shirt and your red one
And laughing about who's gaining heat faster.
Summer is running after her, giggling,
Stopping her from pulling out nature's tail.
And summer is the photo we took
Where you're smiling like always
I'm wearing my white shirt
And she's holding the trophy of what we couldn't stop her from taking.
The singular photo beneath the blue sky and sun, in the field of foxtails
To prove we ever met each other.
Summer is the day we went out together
The last time I saw foxtails swaying freely in the wind.
This was based off a pic I took w my friends
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