Kite Flying Society
"Hello June"

Sometimes I might sit on a beach with the sun out of reach of my brain
And I try to imagine a place frozen inside a lake and in love with the passing of days
And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying

Suddenly something is new
We celebrate surfaces too
The summer appears, hello June!

This tree's offering, reaching to fade, eliminating the shade in a quest
Smoke screen, sun beam, the usual guest - climb inside of a glacier asleep in a dream of the west.

And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying