The winter’s shadow now has passed
And Summer’s child is here
To warm our bodies and our hearts
And fill our eyes with cheer
Summer’s child is pure and free
Her breath is fresh and new
Her hands give life to grass and tree
Beginning summer true
Summer’s child comes once a year
To give the fields their youth
She follows winter’s furious fear
Dispels its lies with truth
Summer’s child will not stay long
Her life has one short fling
For as seasons through the years have sung
Summer’s child is Spring.
Photo by Jempics
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