Little hands and little toes.

Do you remember when we were little kids and the grass was brighter?

The trees seemed to sit miles high, above my little toes.

I remember when I was small and all the smells, fresh and brand new to me.

Picking flowers seemed to fill my little heart up so.

I thought the Ocean could swallow me whole with all the sand.

I remember being told the shells were crab homes. 

Never too young to sing to the sea, Never too old to remember.

When I was a child, bumble bees would hum me a tune.

And summer days lasted a lifetime, between watermelon smiles and sundresses.