Carpe Diem

By Ron Smith


Summer's here,

Nothing to fear.

Summer's here,

Carpe diem.


In the sun alone,

A new safe home.

In the sun alone,

Carpe diem.


A breeze stirs the grasses,

And the scent of blood passes.

A breeze stirs the leaves,

Carpe diem.


The soft sound of creek flowing,

Experience the only way of knowing.

The soft sound of water rushing,

Carpe diem.


The hands are cleaned,

And from tyranny freed.

The hands are cleaned,

The steel shines, tinted red.