Summer angels, dance on fields so bright,
cloaked in sunbeams, pure and light.
Whirling wings catch the warm breeze,
whispering tales to the ancient trees.

Summer angels, float in the sky,
chasing dreams where seagulls cry.
Sailing on a sea of blue so wide,
their laughter echoes like a joyful tide

They hum like bees
around Lady Liberty's peace,
rest upon shores after,
where Japan's waters gently release.

Before they rest, they grin,
like an innocent child's happy beam,
and like tightly woven seams,
fall into the night, sleep in a serene dream.