The passing of unsettled skies
Makes way for more pastoral
days
Where green is nature’s
uniform
And sunlight clings to the
horizon.
Bold the forest spreads its
welcome,
Gives itself up willingly to
All who seek its gentle
comfort,
Shelter from the noonday sun.
Fields and meadows roll with
laughter.
Children’s voices ringing
bells of
Simple joy while we sit
watching
Keeping vigil as they play.
Nighttime cannot quench your
colors,
Hide the flavor of your hue.
I can taste the green of
summer
Though my eyes see only gray.
Oh, that you could stay
forever,
Wear your magic on my sleeve,
but
Seasons come and seasons go
Leaving little time to
grieve.
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