Time cannot be caught

Begged, borrowed, stolen or bought

Nor can time be wrought

The water breaks up

Scatters the left over sun

And I am lighter

If I could stay true

To who I have always been

What else would I do?

Under cool water

We escape the beating heat

Our cares wash away

Summer dying down

Back to Autumn’s golden hues

She will rise again

Draw me in towards

The hypnotic coloured lights

Music is alive

Come and hear me play

You will receive a free stone

Hand-painted with love

Try to hold it in

The palm of your outstretched hand

But it slips away

Trees don’t fight routine

Each year they follow the sun

So why do I itch?