Pleasant Summer Afternoon

Crickety Crack Goes the rocking chair as I rock on it Watching the butterflies kiss the tulips ever so gently as they flutter to the next one I tap my barefoot on the dusty gritty wood planks As I hum a tune I stop quickly as a bird lands in the bath Admiring it I go into a daydream My eyes fixed on the little blue bird With each flick on its wings and cock of the head It sprinkles diamond like water droplets ubiquitously I blink twice and smile as it fly's away I reach over to grab my glass of ice cold lemonade The condensation runs over my fingers as I bring it towards me It touches my lips and I close my eyes I take a smooth sip The lemonade touches my lips Cool and crisp Its sweet and sourness lingers on my tongue Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I think to myself what a "Pleasant Summer Afternoon"