Orange skies with a tinge of gold,
Warm blankets, never too old.
Sweet tea, by the sea.
Birds that I have set free.
New books to make my day,
Things that I want to say.
The smell of wine I tell you friend,
The spirit to which my soul has bent.
It’s been ages I’ve lend my hand,
To someone, by whom I wish to stand.
Things I have grown through everyday,
Makes me a better person is what I say.
