Never born with the vision of eyes
Instead born with Vision of mind
Light trails of sweat drip from our foreheads
A feeling of bliss
Lying here in a quilt of warmth
The feel of crisp grass
On our legs and arms
Peace settled into the silence as if it were home
The light winds blowing through our hair
The sweet scent of summer days carried on them
Drifts from the air as we breath in deep
The warm rays of the summer sun like a mothers embrace
A feeling of safety
Soft sounds of buzzing drift swiftly past our ears
Taste of sweetened honey tickle our tongues
Sounds of Crickets playing summer tune
Sound of cheerful chirping
Sounds of croaking deep and strong
Joy took flight like a mother holding her child for the first time
Light winds like feathers on our faces
Turn our cheeks cold as if kissed by Jack Frost
The rays of warmth leave us
Like a child leaving home
The Crickets orchestra becomes stronger
We feel the Sun die
The songs of day becoming night grew louder
Mothers Arms unwrap themselves
Sadness sunk like an child losing it's mother
A empty and cold feeling within
Wind becomes two frozen arms holding us in a tight embrace
Instead born with Vision of mind
Light trails of sweat drip from our foreheads
A feeling of bliss
Lying here in a quilt of warmth
The feel of crisp grass
On our legs and arms
Peace settled into the silence as if it were home
The light winds blowing through our hair
The sweet scent of summer days carried on them
Drifts from the air as we breath in deep
The warm rays of the summer sun like a mothers embrace
A feeling of safety
Soft sounds of buzzing drift swiftly past our ears
Taste of sweetened honey tickle our tongues
Sounds of Crickets playing summer tune
Sound of cheerful chirping
Sounds of croaking deep and strong
Joy took flight like a mother holding her child for the first time
Light winds like feathers on our faces
Turn our cheeks cold as if kissed by Jack Frost
The rays of warmth leave us
Like a child leaving home
The Crickets orchestra becomes stronger
We feel the Sun die
The songs of day becoming night grew louder
Mothers Arms unwrap themselves
Sadness sunk like an child losing it's mother
A empty and cold feeling within
Wind becomes two frozen arms holding us in a tight embrace
