Celestial Seasoning

Chicken cacciatori
on a hot sultry night
Front porch wicker settee
And a full moon rising
A cloud cover fleeting
The sound stage alive with a
Distant thunders rumble
And a cricket serenade
Flat on my back
With a pillow for my head
I'm admiring the order
Of the universe tonight
And this big round rock
That's high in the sky
Reflects on this scene
The light from the sun
Illuminating a vision while
The sparse clouds are passing
In a slow moving strobe

I want to be like the moon
That's what I have learned
While I lie on my back
And look at the sky