As I sit here in the sunshine of my memories I feel the caress of Pine Sunshine.
I’m under a pine in the sunshine.
Glimpses of moving shade. Refreshing as a tall lemonade.
The shadows play upon my skin, and then I feel the warming begin.
Sometimes in the hammock I look up, Or sip from the coffee in my cup.
I can feel the soothing start; From my toes up to my heart.
The smell of pine holds me tight, As I peek at the moving light.
Oh, I know there’s lots to do, But for now I enjoy the view.
The breeze and the sunlight each taking their turn, and shade pitchin’ in to avoid a burn.
This Pine Sunshine is mighty fine.
For soul and body it’s truly sublime!
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