Bright sun.
Cool breeze.
Sweet tea.
The hammock swings.
Laughing children.
Reflective moments.
Paper and pen.
The hammock swings.
Love piles in.
Precarious giggles.
Sudden movements.
The hammock swings.
We all fall into the cool, green grass.
Laughter swells into clouds swimming through the ceil sky.
The breeze blows.
Broad smiles.
Content sighs.
We freeze the moment time and time again.