As the last pale notes of summer’s song
Tumble sideways and down the weathered path
I step out into the night
To walk in tempo with a symphony of stars

The anxious conductor stands at attention, baton poised
But tonight I’ve no need for him
I’d rather listen in rapt attention
To the wisdom of frogs

I’m not the first, to walk these gravel roads
The wind-soaked trees whisper amongst themselves
Provisions for sleep
And letting things go

For tens of thousands of years, or more
My fathers’ feet have traversed this craggy rock
Yet I feel strange and foreign here, in tennis shoes
Displaced by cares and worries

So I kick off these soles, and waltz to the thrum
Of nature’s eternal rhythm
My tender feet sending roots deep into the earth
To tether me to iron ore, Gaia’s blood

Time smiles, and stands still
As locust song reverberates my insignificance
And dancing beneath a canopy of light
I stretch out and become a star myself

Now, splayed in inky darkness, I come to my senses
Brought to by the tick-tock of a metronome heart
Beating faster as I realize
Joy is a summer’s song