An Ode to Summer

Farewell old friendYour time has come,

And where you must now shine

I can no longer follow. 

You touched my brow

And healed my soul,

Guiding my feet

In this greenest of lands.

Yet now must the dark of winter prevail,

It’s hold take grip of natures frame

As leaf turns to dust

And dust to the northern winds. 

Soon enough, fair spring will blossom

And herald your return with fanfare bright;

As day’s stretch out with brighter light

And winters hold be cast to night. 
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