Everlast

Underneath the Wishing Well is where I find myself.
In the cool green grass of summer is where I lay.
With my face to the sky.
Watching as the many birds I recognize, fly by.
Feeling the breeze bring up my hair.
Being by myself, not the least of worries or cares.
Playing on your guitar, and talking to a friend.
off in the distance there are some bumble bees.
I can hear their wings buzzing, through the trees.
Clouds migrate as the day lives on.
The night falls like a rhythm to a wonderful song.
When the purple starry skies come in, this is when my night begins.
The dew drops on the grass.
This beautiful day seemed so ever-last.