There in the grass fields she lays
Soaking in the orange ambience from the sky
How beautiful it is for a summer day
How clam it is to see the birds fly

No care in mind, no sight to seek
Just the gentle wind
A small kiss to her cheek
Just a reminder of when we were friends

As we move down to the shore
I see the color shift
It’s so dark, but she shines at her core
I become distracted, I become adrift

How could I be ever so lucky
To catch the sun and bring it with
For with her who needs luck
Tell me, tell me is it a myth?