Freshly cut glass
New summer breeze
Childs playful laughter
Whispers in the trees
Skimming rocks on still water
Staring blankly into the abyss
Your arms around me
That's all I desire
But the thought of us
Brought a Forrest fire
That burned down all the trees
And turned our streams into steam
Now it's burning brighter
Than a summers day
Shining through
A fresh cut window
In its frame