Georgia Skies

Like a dream, it's a place that you can't forget.
The wind blowing through your face and hair.
The smell of the emerald grass and trees.
And the birds that sing from every where.

I miss the wide open fields out my back door.
The long road that fades away at a country mile.
Standing below the spacious skies of Georgia.
6 years old staring at the clouds with a smile.

For a moment everything is wonderful and great.
The world seems at peace with in essence.
I wonder why it can't always be this way.
Warm and bewildering as a sun's kiss.

Mudding with my father; laughing with joy.
Having mud hug my toes and around my face.
Father slows down because it's way too fast for me.
And it's all worth getting dirty to make my heart race.

The Georgia's rains were strong but satisfying.
The tears of God fall down and from the sky.
Angels fight the mist as the thunder rumbles.
And the lighting strikes everything in it's sight.

The night was an enchanted sight to see.
It was a black sky with white beauty stars.
The stars twinkled and danced in your eye.
And you could see a billion jewels afar.

When everything seemed to fall out of place.
The clouds, stars and moon were my eyes.
The country was a place I cannot brush away.
And there's no better cure than the Georgia skies.