Shards of life
I turn my head from August
Only to find the once falling leaves from autumn
Lying on the cold pavement
The lake shines off our eyes like light off a shard of glass
The night so perfectly painted like in a fantasy
The sand at our feet is the softest blanket
Nature plays out like a perfect instrument
Day by day playing different chords, keys and notes
But without comparison they all are the same
The night as perfect as god made this world
The stars in their perfect formation the lake glimmers and moves with every passing wind
Times like this seem so huge
But yet so simple