The Sky Alive

The sky alive with summertime
and off where angels play
a gentle breeze adorns the leaves
and makes the trees to sway
The distant river calling
over ridges under pine
is speaking out in volumes
to this aching heart of mine
Mountain fields are calling still
that burn inside the soul
to fade into them evermore
beyond the heart's control
Eyes alive and chasing
heart to sway in rhythmic rhyme
a passerby upon the sky
alive with summertime