Shoes

Come by and take your shoes off next to me Relax and feel the cool breeze against your skin Laying down under this tree, bury your hands in the warm grass Can hear the branches speak and feel the rough roots underneath? I have been drifting along for so long Dancing with the tune of innocence How about we park ourselves here forever In fact I have no plans I am free this week The invite has been made Take your shoes off and sit next to me