Summer Storm - Joel P West

They burn that hillside black

They lay the maple down on It’s back

For just one stardust stone

Sleeping innocent below.

But they’ll run when the warm rain comes

Roaring with the thunder

I’ll rise up from the murky mud

When the summer storm begins the flood.

I’ll hide way up high

Until the water runs down the pike

To wash aside all the parasites

And take the valley back alive.

The Tug flows and the rubbish

floats to hang up on the high oak

The power goes to the undergrowth

When the summer storm begins to blow.

Free me, let me go

They don’t recognize a precious stone

I’ll lay low 'til the wet wind blows

To take me tumblin' down the road

The wood vines make it hard to fly

The anchor holds my rope down

There’s no use trying to make it out alive

And like a summer storm I’ve gotta roam.