Hours of gold 

Moments of peace 

Things the summertime usually brings 

They unfold in the quiet, unravel in the stillness

Wrapping me up in a blanket of hope 

The trees dance in the glow

Embracing the light 

As if there’s something more to find 

Here, now, it’s just me, the sky, and the trees of old

Soaking in an hour of gold