Thick as thieves, green summer leaves
Catch the bright sunbeams like sieves
Birds that chirp and build their nest;
Scatter song from within their breast
While cotton floats down to the ground
So running squirrels make not a sound.
And all the rays, that lazy lay
Upon my brow, in hot mid-day
Cannot recall your summer’s glow
They melt away, for they don’t know
The beauty of the world they hold
A single second grows them cold.
But I remain, your warmth’s refrain
Into that light I’ll go again
To lie upon the lily pads
And butterflies, in our hearts clad
That flew away, into neverland…
Whenever your heart took my hand.