Among the Trees

Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days,
Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze
of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain,
as it patterns the verandah, then disappears again.
Come the sun...
How I wish I could return to those summers once again,
How I wish I could just sit in the presence of a friend,
Making music or just listening to the birds so far from sight,
Watching as the dark shades of evening turn to night.
Gone the sun...
Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days,
Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze
of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain,
as it patterns the verandah, then disappears again.
Gone the sun...