A Favored Past

The world spins,
Leaving clouds of stars,
Fading to night,
What a beautiful sight.

Whispering cars pass by,
The breeze warms their skin,
Hearts beat passionately,
What a beautiful sight,

The grass on their skin,
His hand with hers,
Both happy,
What a beautiful sight.

She looks to the Heavens,
He looks at her,
And thinks,
What a beautiful sight.