I Write Songs

With the sun in my eyes and a radiant heart,
I look out across the water.
The rising sun is beaming down,
As the day grows slowly hotter.

The cheerful chirping of the birds,
Remind me of your song.
Delighted and entranced I whistle myself
As I try to sing along.

Though, try as I might, I just can't seem,
To match their cheerful tune.
Ah, but they don't care, it seems to me,
About my uneven croon

The sunny sky, the sparking lake,
intoxicating to me.
You could travel 'round the world, and never find,
a more tranquil place to be.


Is there anything better in the summer than just lazing by a body of water?