can you think of such a place?

i know a place where the snow falls up

and the rain makes puddles in the sky,

where the dreariest of days does not exist

and you can cuddle up close

just because you can.

there's a place to bury your toes

in warm white sand

and a place to think about your thoughts.

the grass is always soft

and never stains your clothes,

unless that's the way that you mean.

there's no such thing as wasting your time

even when all you do is sit,

and the sitting is best under trees.

you can talk with you friends

about nothing at all

and play cards on the kitchen floor.

the coffee brews free

and never runs out

and the diners are open all night.

the best stories to tell

are the ones that you know

and you tell them better than best.

but,

please don't ask me where this place is that i know

for i can't remember the steps to follow.

though i tell you with truth,

that when i find out its path,

i'll take you by the hand

and lead you to the place where the snow falls up.