By rolling clouds and ruggard grass,
The early summer heats on breezes pass,
The yellow and the evergreen,
Like deep wind-chimes whistle at this bright scene,
So howling ever as it comes,
An eager herald to Aeolus' runs,
A sturdy bench for such a time,
Seats two's unyielding passage into life,
To gaze upon our youth and trials ahead.

An easing snap and scattered to the ground,
The finish line cast gently down,
Some raucous now I do not find,
At the buzzing end of speeding mind,

The Sun is fiercly in the sky,
With passion as I said goodbye,
With passion that I fail to clasp,
Instead a steady smile far milder that I seem to grasp.

Loopy brain,
To soupy turned a mind too sleepy,
Now we talk in circled squares,
About a time with ice cream gloopy,
With stories told in wooden chairs,
And just as well some benches creaky,
Laughter follows through the air,
To hearts laid bare and balls flown swiftly,
Thank you Lord for answered prayer.