How swift my childhood days of green
all the gorgeous scattered seeds
free among the chiming winds
in the shining gold of summer meadows
only a distant diamond song, of painted hills rolling on
where I may but, only dream again

When petals of sun shined above
I bloomed long and wild as flowers afield
days, I flew like birds singing high above the willows
far into the shine of golden yellow

Splendorous hours I lingered lazy
beneath a sprawling meadow maple
adrift in bliss of summer's dream
in a world, where children
soar and sing