Summer 76
Floating on my back
Sink below the water line
Open up my eyes
To the diamond sunlight
And the silhouette of you
Hot days stacked endlessly
On ground scorched and cracked
Kite flying though the sunset
Bare feet on corn stubble
And the fields will soon be burning
Walking down the hillside
No need to hurry
I bite the fresh green apple
Thinking of nothing
And Summer's nearly through
Autor(es): bemuzic