We say the trees are a canopy in mid July,
as if that's a special description of home.
 
Walking down the hill to see a friend,
I have good news and bad news for him.
 
We say canopy made out of stars as our
special way to describe the universe to ourselves.
 
So which one will my friend choose today?
 
Canopy of trees gives way to the sky;
I'm walking now thinking all the way which
one will he choose good or bad which one?
 
I guess I can just say instead I love the way
you fixed up the place and these colors.
 
At a certain age a man can begin to say
things like that to his friends.