The best things in life don't fit in boxes-Linds

Music doesn’t fit in little black dots with sticks like awkward corn stocks
Love doesn’t fit in a love letter written with flowy calligraphy
Summer camp can’t be contained a photo album, even if it’s got sweet stickers
I haven’t married a gold band
Or given birth to a cute set of osh-kosh-b-gosh overalls, even if they are covered in front yard mud
A commentary can’t explain friendship
I can’t describe the warmth of knowing I’m not alone
Autumn doesn’t fit on a post card
Mountain air can’t squeeze into an air freshener
Love doesn’t stay in the coffee shop, sipping the hot chocolate, even if I lick the whip cream off the mug and get in on my nose
Hope isn’t flat like the horizon
And you can’t buy spring in the store
A textbook doesn’t hold history
Love is not contained in their kiss, or in between their clasping mittens
Trust isn’t the diameter of a climbing rope
Enjoying cheesecake can’t be portrayed in emailed instructions
Love can’t stay on the beach watching the waves tease the dry surf board
It doesn’t give a recipe, but bakes a batch of gooey cookies
You can’t paint sky blue on a wall
Or make passion fruit juice from concentrate
You can’t just read a book about ballroom dancing
Or toss a foot ball on a computer program
God doesn’t fit in a box