found some cozy chords on the ukulele and recorded a spontaneous song, letting whatever came flow through me, inspired by this last week's heatwave and spending a lot of time in the garden with the kids.
‹ Lyrics
there's a summer flow
last year it had me feeling low
but this year it's a chance to grow
and know, after the low,
It's time to go
It's time to let go
and grow
just like the flowers in the garden that you pick for me
my dear little one
Or just like the bumblebees you tell me that you are
buzz buzz buzz, my little bee,
I know, that's what you are, at heart
'cause you're creating so much beauty
and nurturing the world and me
by sharing it so freely
it's something for adults to learn
just
share your magic
without being so tragic-ally
critical
the pollinators know, or maybe,
they just want to go, and let the flowers grow
and while they go about doing their thing
with their little bumblebee wings
they are inspiring a little artist
inspiring the barefoot feet in the grass
oh, why didn't I learn
why didn't I take my shoes off
until after midsummer's already gone
I'm too much an adult, I want to keep the feet clean
but what does clean mean, if your feet are not free to feel the grass?
what does clean mean, in this context?
I should take some notes from you
you're the one who's teaching me
and
it's time to learn
just as the midsummer sun, or now later than the midsummer sun burns through the night
well, not here, but up north somewhere, the endless day shines
bright
it shines here in you and
yes, in me
it's not too late
to join the game
to play
with your
barefeet in the grass
let's raise a glass
