The love that summer wove
Sang gentle in the trees
All throughout the land
Her song echoed in the breeze.
Summer loved to paint,
Her masterpiece out stretched,
Colors vibrant from the hills,
To roll throughout the land
Countless yellow flowers,
So delicately formed,
Upturned to taste the golden sun,
To hold dear summer's hand.
Frothy water called,
So bright inn blues and greens,
Tumbling over grey washed stones,
To rest on sandy shores.

