Our Picnic

We’ll pack a basket full of hours,
we’ll free the sun and let it run,
we’ll lay a spread of meadow flowers
and stories just begun

We’ll ask the butterflies to dance,
we’ll waltz with them as crickets hum,
we’ll choose to laugh at every chance,
until the dusk has come

Then when the moon begins to rise
and owls start hooting from afar,
we’ll light the skies with fireflies
and string up strands of stars