It was summer, when Tommy died Peacefull, warm, the smell of woods in the air A stream flowed through the meadow into a pond; This was a place where dreams come true. On that day friends found the place Enjoyed the freedom of water: Tommy, Lilly, Cassy, John The day when Tommy died It was a Friday So much remembered Tommy, Lilly, Cassy, John Drove to the woods, the meadow, the pond The Sun played silver tricks with the surface with its invitation to water, Where Tommy vanished, disappeared, taking The Sun with him. So much was lost that summersβ day So much changed since Tommy went away.