Let me take you
In your mind's true eye
To blue-green pastures
Ocean-like waves of grass
Flowing gently over hill and dale
The sun gently shining
Partially cloaked behind the clouds
The crickets singing to each other
Fall is soon at hand
But for now we enjoy
Those few last days of summer
And as we lay on the warm earth
We'll daydream at how fast
The year has gone already