Where The Lovely Things Are.

Lovely is a fall day.

With the wind blowing and leaves

fall, fall falling.

Red, orange and brown.

Lovely is happiness.

Being able to smile and laugh and mean it.

Lovely is the sound of your favourite band,

the singer wailing in the background.

Drums, guitars and vocals.

Lovely is love.

Even though I have never experienced it,

It seems lovely.

Caring for someone and knowing they feel the same.

Knowing that nothing else can take that feeling away.

Knowing that nothing else can compare.

Lovely is a summer's day.

As different as a fall day as can be.

Yet still lovely in its own right.

Lovely is everywhere.

You just have to find it.

“Lovely, lovely, lovely…wow.”