It’s mid July I go to take a walk outside and take in all this blessed summer night
Time stands still listening to a whipporwhill sing its little song with all its might
The bird takes flight and I’m brought to such great heights on and on ‘till it’s out of sight
I look to my right the fields’ alive with fireflies and their dancing phosphorescent fairy light
I’ll let you in on a secret I’ve been harboring…the best bit of summer’s in the garden…
There’s nothing like a fresh tomato
You can taste the wind of a summer tornado
And the rain that filled it up, the earth that made it whole
and the sun that warmed its soul
It’s those lazy days spent with a glass of lemonade when I can let my mind drift away
So that I may somehow find a creative way to keep all those dandilions at bay
It seems like a day then they turn grey and fly away in any direction it might blow
I act irritated at those yellow invaders but the truth is I’m just glad it’s not snow
When I was nine I’d watch my grandma take her time and pick the choicest fruits right off the vine
Now I know it’s not about the seeds you sow, but all the love you give to help them grow
We’re just like those fresh tomatoes
Holding on through a summer tornado
With faith to fill us up love to make us whole
And beauty to warm our souls
