The mountains kiss the sky like the moss on our bare feet
The teacup flowers breathe sweetly into the gentle summer breeze
A bruised knee cap and a long nap
These are the honey of moments
Sweet thick and a little sticky
Like the sap on my finger tips the night I didn’t sleep
I’ve made friends with the shade and together we crush on the sun
As she sprays a blinding glow across the lake and onto the trees
I’m not falling asleep
I am falling asleep
I will wake baking in the sunshine with a sunburn on all 4 cheeks
I’m calling to the lake
He calls back
Still the bugs don’t leave me alone
I am one of them now
At home in the meadows
I belong to the flowers 
The Messy Drawer 