The Secret Canopy

The summer heat, a bright and heavy cloak,
After the meal, a joyful truce was brokered.
Down by the ramp, where the big river streams, a quick, cold dip, fulfilling childhood dreams. We swam the edges, close to shore we stayed, a short, sweet coolness, quickly made and played.

Inside the haven, hidden from it all, the world was lost beneath that leafy roof. A secret fortress, offering sweet proof, that private wonders in the park could bloom. A hidden quiet from the Sunday gloom, beneath the gaze of the bright, endless sky.

And near the water, stood the huge, wise tree, with low-hung branches, a green canopy. Its leaves hung heavy, brushing down the ground, a silent chamber, perfectly profound. A secret entrance, small enough to crawl, inside, a haven, hidden from it all.

Inside the haven, hidden from it all, the world was lost beneath that leafy roof. A secret fortress, offering sweet proof, that private wonders in the park could bloom.
A hidden quiet from the Sunday gloom, beneath the gaze of the bright, endless sky.

Along the path, the fountain, green and old,
Cool water waiting, a story to be told. We'd stop and sip, before we said goodbye, beneath the gaze of the bright, endless sky.

Oh, the secret entrance, small enough to crawl...
A short, sweet coolness...
Hidden from it all...

Folk and Americana