Summer, cicadas, palm trees, the Mediterranean, sunshine and sunsets, music, my dogs, surprises, chance encounters, dance classes, piles of books to read, gardening, the way when, sometimes, you’re able to connect to someone else, the happiness of strangers, New Orleans, the South of France, London, Africa, handwriting, birthdays, kindness, harbors, ice cream, feeling carefree, falling in love, notebooks, pens and pencils. I don’t think I’ve made it to 30 and because the “My favorite things” from the Sound of Music is still echoing in my mind, I asked aimusicgen to make me a song.
[Verse 1]
Summer hums with cicadas’ song,
Palm trees sway where hearts belong,
Mediterranean skies stretch wide,
Golden sunsets, waves collide.
[Chorus]
Feel the rhythm in the breeze,
Dancing close beneath the trees,
Laughter echoing through warm air,
Every glance, a secret shared.
[Verse 2]
Dogs run wild in sandy bays,
Books in piles, long lazy days,
Gardens bloom in gentle light,
Strangers smile, the world feels right.
[Pre-Chorus]
A spark in a look, in a word,
Unwritten poems silently heard,
Kindness passed from soul to soul,
Harbours whisper, we feel whole.
[Chorus]
Feel the rhythm in the breeze,
Dancing close beneath the trees,
Laughter echoing through warm air,
Every glance, a secret shared.
[Bridge]
From New Orleans to southern France,
London streets to an African dance,
In handwritten lines and birthday cheer,
The world unfolds when love is near.
[Chorus]
Feel the rhythm in the breeze,
Dancing close beneath the trees,
Laughter echoing through warm air,
Every glance, a secret shared.
[Outro]
Carefree hearts and melting creams,
Falling in love like summer dreams,
With notebooks open, we begin,
To write the song we’re living in.
Stories from A Closet of Errors 