we pick sunflowers on a summer glade—
chase the butterflies of frenzied colors.
the golden sun gutters a ray of life.
our songs on a sunday morning are delight.
life can be a pancake of honey and butter—
our mouths savor a sweet piece of cake.
we crave life’s piquant not the bland.
Our kitchen is a diverse mixture of butter and sugar.
this is the cinderella road—
we left a smidgen of hopeless home.
a pair of smiles at this vibe,
our spoons are filled with cinnamon grains.
flows very well