Lovely.

A short and rather simple poem of spontaniety and such.

Lovely.
Pastel skies reach out beyond us
And a land stretches out 'til forever isn't enough
To hold us away from never-ending possibilities.
Who could've forseen
Through effulgent eyes, I'd fall through reverie.
Golden daffodils spring out into an eternal lovely
And I've fallen head-over-heels with spontaneity.