This Is, Belle St. John

This is joy This is elation

This is speeding down the highway With music bleeding out of the windows of a candy red car

This is facing the wind While amber and honey leaves swirl around you

This is peace while watching the snow glide Down to earth and rest at last This is lights that twinkle at Christmas

And flowers blooming in the spring This is an old playground where childhoods Are grown like roses in a garden This is the feeling of being loved This is cold lemonade on a summers day with friends

This is acing the test you thought you failed This is falling asleep with a smile on your face This is staying up watch just one more episode

This is curling up with a pan of cinnamon rolls And a book you’ve read a million times This is a fire and fuzzy socks

This is napping because you’re sleepy Or is hitting snooze This is cleaning your room For the first time in forever

This is belting your favorite song alone in your room This is faith This is church on Sunday This is singing This is lazy afternoons

This is finger painting on a huge canvas This is quotes on a quote board This is the funniest teachers And the best classes

This is your favorite movie And laughing so hard you snort And twirling in a gorgeous dress And goofing off so you’re late to class

And being hugged around the neck And the waist And lifted in the air

And being hugged around the neck And the waist And lifted in the air This is stomachs dropping on a rollercoaster This is being spontaneous And very unorganized This is being creative

This is school assemblies And talking between classes This is daydreaming

This is a cup of coffee in the morning This is jokes at the back of the room This is a haircut for no reason

This is a prank call And truth or dare

This is eye contact across a crowd This is running And chasing

This is pajama pants And sweatpants And hoodies And pockets

This is apple pie on Thanksgiving This is ice cream Just because you can

This is funny videos And the internet

This is taking a walk Watching the leaves fall This is is the broken sidewalk With so much personality

This is finishing school And taking a road trip to the beach Blasting the Lumineers Lying in the sunshine whether on the beach Or the front porch And driving Knowing you’re only an hour from home

This is sleeping in the grass because you can This is getting a letter from grandma

This is all the little perfect days Not only the assigned holidays

This is living This is life This is joy This is elation