Rest assured
Feels calm
Warm penetrating gleams of sunshine all day long
Tastes like cinnamon with Naturally sweet
Plaintains glazed and shared in mouths
With blades of grass under feet
Speaking in softness
Wrapped in care
Mysteries of the heavens manifesting there
In full production for Luis Armstrong’s world to see
The old adage of finding treasure
Feels like the joy
Of you finding me
In the Summer