It was late afternoon,
there were voices outside the window
singing and playing too.
They said goodbye to summer
and it was only just now the first of June.

It was late afternoon,
The people hugged each other
holding on tightly, through the air they flew.
They fell down to the grass and
pretended they were rolling under a silver moon.

It was late afternoon,
when the shots rang out
and someone whispered, “I love you!”
Forever young together
lights fading as the sparrow crooned.