To Summer's sweet sunshine,
Filled with warmth and dreams.
To the breeze which filled my heart,
With childhood's happy theme.
Call back to Summer,
Beckon her to stay.
Be not saddened,
For Summer will return someday.
Colors change,
Grow not brown.
Contrast to death,
For beauty now surrounds!
Mimic the trees,
Rest in Winter's peace.
Green fields shall return,
Continue in grace, let it never cease.
~ By Me ~
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