Summer time’s in bloom (I am/will be waiting for the right time)

As the sun sank below the horizon…
The trees lay still
Sounds of songbird and babbling brook play on, and on
As the forest’s mysteries fill,
The subtle hollow mossy, cedar scented dawn.
Home, Home, on the horizon
The coast, the flows,
The islands, the glows,
The stars, the nights shine bright,
Encasing, all embracing,
Composing, and inspiring,
The heart filled lands within reach of you’re hands.
Home, Home, a place to call your own
A beautiful beach with sand,
Beneath the stars you stand,
Free as the ever long waves of the sea,
Runaway, leave, stay,
Living with your eyes closed is hard when you live in mystery,
Open your eyes and see
That this isn’t a dream.
Home is where you want to be.
Home, Home, is a place to be free
So now can’t you see?
Whether it’s the seas, the trees, or the beach,
It’s a home, a place to call your own,
Where there’s always a Dawn,
As the sun sinks below the horizon…

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