Good Days

Simple Night, 

Image painted by Bre Prater.

Ample Light. 

Sitting Silently, 

Side by side. 

Friends all around, 

New and old, 

Quiet and bold, 

As the day is calming down. 

Here we are, 

Still and sound 

As the crickets jump around, 

Gazing at the stars. 

Just being, 

Calm as calm can be

By the old Oak Tree 

There is joy in living. 

These are the good days, 

Though they be hard, 

And we see but a shard 

We enjoy life, in our own ways. 

We are young, 

We have time – 

Yet the days keep flying by –

As if the bells of life have already rung. 

So here we sit, 

Friends by our side, 

Making the darkness run and hide, 

Because the fire inside us is lit. 

And we’re together, 

That’s all that matters – 

Though our sanity shatters – 

Together, well, whether the weather. 

Because we live, 

These are the good days. 

And it pays, 

To thrive.