we could be buttercups on summer days
sweet forever and florescent yellow sunshine
bubblegum and laundry hanging out to dry.
we could be bare feet squishing into soft grass
counting clouds and boats and words
tangerine sunsets in the evening.
summer leaves falling from autumn trees
azure skies turn to dusk
and we could be buttercups silently wilting
leaving summer and growing into snowflakes
crisp leaves on october ground
christmas lights twinkling in a dark city.
we could be january wind
and april rain
we could be buttercups on summer days.