Day 48
Summer is a Feeling
Dreams enchant the passing breeze,
From far off land the scents of memory:
Youth, renewal, and re-ignition through
Sights and sounds that breed ambition.
The hidden world returns to light
And blooms as summer lilies do
After lying in wait, in darkness and quiet
After wind whispers reminiscence
Through big empty winter nights for a time,
The bustle betrays an artful silence
And rhythm again finds meterless rhyme.
With refreshing vigor slips a symphony:
Suddenly, as buds spring forth their joy
The chirp and buzz of birds and bees is
Ringing bells on gusts of bursting colors
Set in motion, ancient trails reprieve,
Repeat a cyclic sense of wonder and
Chime our wishes through waking trees.
The dove retreived the olive leaf to say these
Days shall change our story;
Winter gives way to rays of sun,
Restoring the aging earth to glory.
Dreams enchant the passing breeze,
From far off land the scents of memory:
Youth, renewal, and re-ignition through
Sights and sounds that breed ambition.
The hidden world returns to light
And blooms as summer lilies do
After lying in wait, in darkness and quiet
After wind whispers reminiscence
Through big empty winter nights for a time,
The bustle betrays an artful silence
And rhythm again finds meterless rhyme.
With refreshing vigor slips a symphony:
Suddenly, as buds spring forth their joy
The chirp and buzz of birds and bees is
Ringing bells on gusts of bursting colors
Set in motion, ancient trails reprieve,
Repeat a cyclic sense of wonder and
Chime our wishes through waking trees.
The dove retreived the olive leaf to say these
Days shall change our story;
Winter gives way to rays of sun,
Restoring the aging earth to glory.
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