A Picnic Long Forgotten

Paper plates and plastic forks,
Seeds shot from empty teeth.
Smell of sulfur,
Burning lights,
Distant thunder,
Endless nights.

Words all mixed together,
Laugh until it hurts,
Fly so fast dear summer,
Bring back that lovely fun.

Bring back the stars that shine this bright
Bring back the gleaming sun,
Bring back my heart, my dreams, my dear,
We all need you here.