Those island clouds roll by.
The day is so quiet in summer shade.
On my back I lay.
The clouds twist and turn above mountain tops,
their shadows quietly roar.
God has been protecting my lonely heart
his olden days aren’t forgotten.
I dream and know the darkness of the woods.
I come here in the day time to feel the wind.
These things are clever.
I’m broken away from common life
thinking deeply on every rhythm
of the sleeping hidden grass.
This takes me farther away
and gives beautiful rain
from a dazzling gray.