take me back to those sweet summer nights
when all was just right
i ate my pb j in peace
school would end and i d chase the innocent geese
when i swam through the frigid Michigan lakes
i stared through the car window at the frozen snowflakes
and the chilling wind harmonized with the trees
i would sit there crying and fall to my knees
the beauty was just too much.
The sun is setting in the West
The waves recede, gone to rest.
The sky’s pink-orange-at its best.
Then there comes a silvery light,
The moon is rising, as if in flight,
Sending a glow upon the night.
The sand turns cold, stars glisten on high.
All is quiet, God is nigh.