All of life must
first be conceived
and then born,
into this beautiful planet
that we call Earth,
it is the way it always has been
since time began,
it is the way it always will be
until the end....
tiny birds hatched from eggs
singing their beautiful songs
for just a brief time
but eggs will come again
its all part of the plan
God has made for men.
Summer is conceived when
Winter copulates with
Spring and Fall
Making mothers out of nature
answering her timeless call
and all men can hear
the howling of their squalls
as all three come together
following natural laws.
But Fall cannot carry
such conceptions to term
it is a dying season
where life can’t be confirmed
only Spring gives birth
to Summers's sweet return.
Summer is born from Spring’s
most fertile womb
where all new life blooms
after Winter’s gloom
as tiny buds erupt
in palest greens
and dandelion puffs
blow out seeds
to yellow everything
tulips all come together
in a scarlet kiss
it is the peak of Earth’s
.......seasonal bliss
Rain is the placenta
for Summer’s nourishment
all souls with cabin fevers
will find encouragement
as Nature’s heated passion
brings us the sun/son
that Winter rationed.
all part of God’s compassion
for all the creatures he created
because even seasons like
all of life must be mated....mated.... mated!!
Even in the beauty
of the fairest season
Summer storms can rise and roar
in ways that are not pleasing
rushing in like massive demons
tornadoes hurricanes and floods
Turning sun-baked earth
into landslides …liquid mud,
burying villages beneath its crud
and hail the size of golf balls fall
like winter coming back to call
and bring its wrath to one and all.
Turning from sunshine warm and bright
where children danced and found delight
into endless hours filled with fright
and many die beneath its plight....
and many die beneath its plight!
But soon the sun comes back again
bringing peaceful days to make amends
As beaches fill with happy souls
getting suntans, taking lovely strolls
along the oceans where waves roll
to cool the heated flesh of those
who worship Summer in their souls
and mourn when Summertime must close..
Remember the summers of your youth
through all of life they are what's truth
in all those glorious moments
where you played and laughed and sang
and ran all day, there is nothing
like a Summer day
to take one's breath away
and oh, how often,
how many years we lived
we wished that it could stay
forever in some way
and let all the other seasons pass away,
Eternal summer is but a dream
but if it were true
life would hold all we ever desired
and then some
Summer must close.....
With all it’s colors shed into
confetti leaves that make them blue
endless bare limbs reaching to the sky
as if the trees are asking why
God cannot grant a month or two
to leave them dressed in bright green Hues
But even nature pays its dues
as Winter creeps in like before
and copulates with Fall and Spring once more
planting seeds that will take months to bloom
but only deep inside Springs ever fertile womb
its gift to Autumn fails and is consumed
leaving all life frozen in it gloom
and oh how we miss the sweet perfume
of Spring’s due date sometime near June
as faithful as the moon ‘s rise every night
it too will rise and bring us all delight
when Summer’s born
all hearts and souls take flight.
Be patient for it waits within
the womb of Spring with a childish grin
to dance among us all when it begins
those endless days of warmth
we’ll all bask in.
those endless days of warmth
we’ll all bask in.
Summer is conceived when
Winter copulates with
Spring and Fall
Making mothers out of nature
answering her timeless call
and all men can hear
the howling of their squalls
as all three come together
following natural laws.
But Fall cannot carry
such conceptions to term
it is a dying season
where life can’t be confirmed
only Spring gives birth
to Summers's sweet return.
to Summer's Sweet return......
