Summer's Grace

As he takes in summers breath
Deep and moist,
Forgotten the frigid wind.
The cold seems lost.
Exhaust.

Inhale exhale.
He ponder amongst the springs sprig.
One day seems hotter then the rest.
He is scorched without grace.
Beads of sweat, stream his face.
Mother nature laughs.
Ha ha!

Turned away in shame.
With but no one to blame.
As he sings amongst the ashes.
His life just crashes.
Could he be seen crying?
Is it too hard to say he is dying?
Days dedicated, dedicated to love.

But when he is down low.
Where he seems the farthest.
Given the opportunity to achieve greater.
In times of despair comes true answer.
Melting summer, will only melt away his worry.

Fields harvested, room to run.
Run through his vanity.
He stands above the plane.
Hands held high, and beseeches to all a merry and worry free summer.