Poetry

A breeze is in my hair

And moonlight on my face

I’ve never found myself to be

In such a perfect place

I hear the gentle song

Of crickets in the grass

Another gorgeous Summer night

Will come and go too fast

With fireflies in the field

And bullfrogs in the lake

I wish that life would be this calm

Tomorrow when I wake

Still time will move along

As we fly ’round the Sun

And when we’re old and grey we’ll see

That time has just begun