It's time to write, to write something new
How I love to watch all the flowers, when it's time they bloom
It's time to say it, to say something proud
I like to take pictures of floating clouds.
I see the birds, I can hear their whistles
some sound of chimes, it's when they tweet
it makes everything outside so sweet.
Try walking in the grass with your bare feet
Outside is where your imagination can grow
When the sun goes down outside and our loved ones gather to eat
We sit on our porch their we have a drink or maybe two
I see you standing over there, Its the perfect view.
Outside is where you made my dreams came true.

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I have always lived outside of towns growing up, I still have trees for neighbors to this very day. Its not too often you meet a fresh face or many people so it seems. I got lucky and outside is where I saw him for the first time.