Solstice

The sky cracks open in blue birds singing to hiding gloom, young green grass cuddles at touch as for envy, lost souls cry and mourn Cry and mourn Cry and mourn Cry and mourn Below mud and dirt in hopeless caves tortured by the woodswallow yelling loudly over hollows desperate for digging own graves they scrape, scrape and scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape While childest angels play and laugh happily in a meadow imbued with the radiant sun’s glare lulled for godly chill and sweet air, forever, they’ll keep laughing without grow, just Laughter Laughter Laughter