Nothing Better

I can think of nothing better
than the grass between my toes,
or the sunshine on my cheeks
with some dirt upon my knees.

Nothing can be better than
a picnic on the hillside,
feeding the geese white bread
and climbing oak trees.

There is nothing better than
listening to the beach break,
watching lightening crack
the sky still full of stars.

And yet nothing is better than
glowing color on our skin,
A lake all to ourselves
near a rock harbor bay.

I can think of nothing better
than these days I do remember.
How can anything be better
than when I am with you?