Deep in Summer when cicadas sing and the earth is full and green
And warm winds whisper of power in the sky and the moon controls our dreams
Air is heavy and the stars are bathed in sweet celestial rays
And swamp lights glisten as the owls fly close, through a light of the moonlit haze
The lullaby of Summer rain will still the forest birds
And wake our souls and soothe our minds with soft unspoken words.
