Importance Stories

Is it the smell of wet grassWafting over an alpine meadow.The rising sun playing a Fleeting tune on the landBeneath our feet.Standing still...Breathing in...Tasting the crispnessof the air on our tongues,And that sweet smell of summer.Is it the things we do together.The laughter, the pain,Even the arguments in the rain.The making up, in front of That warm, cosy fire.The touch of your gossamer like skin,Creating goosebumps...