Feeling the morning light that heralds the startof summer, my feet carry me to my favoriteplace. Feeling the morning light thatheralds the start of summer, myfeet carry me to myfavorite place.

A place that makes my heartdance, where I always head.Vibrant floral hues stand outagainst crisp navy. A place that makes myheart dance, where Ialways head. Vibrant floralhues stand out againstcrisp navy.

Outside the window,the summer airsparkles. I gently tracethe outline of the newseason. Outside the window,the summer airsparkles. I gentlytrace the outline ofthe new season.

On a quiet morning, soft light falls upon thefingertips turning pages. On a quietmorning, soft lightfalls upon thefingertips turningpages.

Each time the wind blows,the leaves of the streettrees sway, carrying a slightcoolness within thereflected light. Each time the wind blows,the leaves of the streettrees sway, carrying aslight coolness within thereflected light.