Among the tall fields of green,
And the many things I've seen.
Singing the wind song; choir of trees.
With words unknown, the soulful breeze
Living water in sparkling streams
Flows like the spirit in a summer dream
The sun shines through in shafts of light.
A reflection of Glory and Might.
Two chipmunks scamper by chasing each other.
A baby raccoon catches up to it's mother.
A gentle wind to provoke their dance
A mesmerizing moment, lost in a trance
A shooting star, merely a flash of light
So fast its gone, fading off on flight
Make a wish maybe it will come true
To see a sunset in this bronze beautiful hue
