Sunny days
Cloudy days
Stormy days
They all hold
The potential to be
Ukulele days
Where I swing in my hammock
My soprano resting on my lap
And my fingers run up and down the fretboard
And I strum A minor
Over and over
I pluck away
Themes from movies
And songs that frequent the radio
I hum along
As I play
Tunes that are familiar
And ones
Entirely new
And made up
I close my eyes
Swaying on my hammock
Letting the sound of the ukulele drown out
Everything else
These ukulele days
They hold a special place in my heart
I may not be
Talented
I've never even taken a lesson
On how to play
I just one day
Got a soprano
And started strumming
I've never looked back
Because ukulele days
Are the days I live for