28 July 2012

Golden rays, breaking through, A canopy of trees, hiding me and you

We watch as the sun rises higher in the sky, We watch the clouds pass idly by

I feel the warmth of the sun's gaze, Trickling, like water, into my daze

I woke up to find my summer gone, And I sat there, knowing it'd be back before long.

MWBennettSummer Dreamin' • Opuss № I