There is a change in the air,
we sit there together quietly.
The only thing you can really hear
is the sound of the air brushing through the trees.
As the pastel colors in the sky mix and fall together,
I have trouble finding words.
My eyes get lost in his viridescent green, mysterious eyes as he says,
"the amazing color of the sky resembles you,
soft, bright, and beautiful."
It was just like magic,
my cheeks the same shade of pinkish red as the sky.
During your summer of freedom,
as it sets like the sun,
sometimes all you need is just a little love.