My Summer Sun
The moon in the trees seemed to fall down
And snowflakes danced upon the ground
Morning simply left moonlight behind
And the chill in the air was so unkind
Winter wanted to show its face
Creeping into the lanes and across by-ways
Shaking the flowers as if to say...
You bloom no more this very day
Life like winter can be so cold
Chilling us deeper as we grow old
So what do I do to keep winter undone?
I hold onto my love, my summer sun
For he chases the shadows back into the light
And he warms my soul on the coldest of night
He caresses each flower urging it into bloom
To share of their beauty and their sweet perfume
Time to time he does leave me but without a choice
So the night and its stars can sing out with their voice
But in the morn he dances again on my eyes...
My summer sun, to bring cruel winters demise
~THE FLOWING PEN~
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