Sun shine on the skin
cool breeze all around
clouds break to make a shape
the smell after a summers rain
a feather drifts to the ground
blades of grass tickle the toes
the sound of laughter fills the night air
laughing bugs light our way
where the stares come out to play
the man in the moon never strays
never ending peace in this place
noting changes nor stays the same
we'll never drift away
