To wake up in morning air
The sun warming the sky
The grass beneath me free and fair,
Birds tense, ready to fly.
To dream beneath the fading stars,
To gaze up at heavens wide,
To dance beneath vanishing Mars,
To ebb and flow like the tide.
To spend a day at summer’s whim,
Of childhood and hope.
Rushing waves, and quiet hymns,
While riding on freedom’s lope.
To jump and twirl
Beneath the trees,
As barefoot feet land.
As friends join round and laugh and sing
Forever hand in hand.
To summer’s first, to dying chill
The children play untamed.
But autumn’s change comes unwilled,
Of wisdom to be claimed.