Should we sail away Or just linger beneath clouds? Let us flip a coin.

Like rushing currents Tumbling through mossy paths I, too, fall for you.

Darling, soak it up, The mild lapping of lake waves, The burning sun’s rays.

Camp fire smoke embrace; Let the coyotes call out Into chilled night air.

Run to depths unknown To find your greater purpose; Spark growth from the frost.

Darling, it’s bitter. So meet me beneath the trees; We’ll make our own warmth.

Dreams inspire lovers,To dance beneath the covers,And lose their tethers.

Though there are blue skies,Don’t let the sun fool you, dear,Autumn is coming.

Never have I needFor frothy black liquid drinksThan when I’m in school.