... The bumblebees draw honey from the yellow flowers...
... Following their path...
... We could eat tangerines...
... Roll up our sleeves...
... Youthful and unhurried...
... Our shoulders drenched in sunlight...
... Sitting together in warm silence...
... Gold, green, and blue...
... Half parted lips...
... Breathe the hot air...
... Lowering your eyes to see the grass...
... You look up to see my gaze.