Sweetribute

So
I is Me
Says to me
Write something
Sweet
And let's go
Find a big tree
And get smashed
Man
Sounds like a blast
To me
Yes I think
That could be
Good If we sat
Beneath a tree
And laughed
Making memories
Or trying to sing
Like happy little crickets
Hiding
In the grass
Under the shade
Of that big ole tree
Way out there
In the country
While sipping something
From an outlaw
Distillery
Maybe even wishing
We could be
Young and free
To explore what could be
In some private place
Of make believe
And fantasies
A world of our dreams
With magic beans
White rabbits and
Great big honeybees
That gaurd our sleep
So none may come
To disturb our peace
In our place
Where we meet
When we need
To be free of the things
That are always
In the way
Of what really means
The most to you and to me
To be able to be
Anything
Without a care
Either way or any way
For what the world
May think or say
Yay
That would be great
Like a dessert
For the holidays
Special and handmade
Completely
Like cotton candy
Our mind spun
Sugary treats
Would disolve
Into us instantly
The taste of dreams
That could be if only
We could find our tree
The shelter we seek
That unconditionally
Loves
And gives to us
To me and I is Me
Whenever we write
Think or speak of things
Which are new
Unique
And especially
Sweet