It Was Good

Way up high and low, strive wind blows northwest, try your summer best. Right through the ultimate chest, make some seasonal love come so easily. Then ever been told, on the day of fun life, that it was good? Way up high and low, strive wind blows northwest, try your summer best, right through, on the spot. It was a lot of that; it was good. Life is like a world traveler's neck-to-toe,  and every day long, one easygoing outdoor walk. I think to talk in rhythm, it was good enough, checking out to the one magical land, creating some downbeat band like that before, it was good.

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-29-26