Fading away,
fading away on a summers day,
amongst the grass and the hay,
in the sun,
with a book,
as the clouds float away,
and the time it rolls by in a joyful genteel way,
a time of splendour in the sunlight,
with the mind as calm as the quiet of the day,
and how glorious it is,
the mind at play,
in the relaxation of the times,
far from strife,
and from the machinations of life,
and with plenty of time on your side,
as words flow through your mind far from humankind,
and your heart it thrills at every word,
and beautifully to a distant place carries you away.