As we lie
Eveloped in golden wheat
Blood red poppies bowing majestically
Delicately touching our skin
We scan the sky of pastel blue
Watching the faces in the clouds
Perhaps of people past
People future
Blobs of white marshmellow
Floating in azure chocolate


As we lie
Eveloped in golden wheat
Afternoon winds blow gently
Teasing our fly-away hair
We scan the stormy sky
Watching faces in the clouds
Perhaps of people angry
People sorry
Summers rains fall
Angels tears from heaven.