In the almond trees down on Clear Lake farm,
A picnic between the rows, on grasses green,
And pink blossoms play in the carefree breeze,
With backdrop of blue skies and clouds of cream.

Lost to each other and the golden afternoon,
While the sun drifts past in search of forever,
As hued birds joyously chirp their serenade,
Pale moonlight awaits its nightly endeavor!