stand still staring at treetops flailing
as soft drops drift down the sloped top
of a tent with broken bones
braced with branches
moonlight shines right through
as sleep fails to find us
I can't think of a better way
to end this summer
If it only drifts when we perceive it
Then the aching hands, rest on your shoulders
So sit still and soak it in
as the day awakens
we sit and take in
this landscape we've laid in all night
late in the morning
rainclouds are forming
my last summer is over
I'm another year older
If it only drifts when we perceive it
Then the aching hands, rest on your shoulders
So sit still and soak it in

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