Summer

Warm is her embrace
Nectar is her sweet kiss
A cool breeze is her breath.
Bright green was her face
Since birth, taking remiss
Being born from sister's death.

A universal play reforming
Down through the ages
Finds every soul an actor.
In this play she's performing
Act two on the annual stages
That find linear time a factor.

It's a tale of great strife
Of great love, and great loss
A tale of passion and woe.
The never ending story of life
That found climax on a cross
But still has a good way to go.

In this act she will perish
But her death will give way
To life for others down line.
A repeating theme to cherish
Life begets life, shows the way
Of an authors devine design.

She will sacrifice her life
That her sister might live
Who'll do likewise the same.
But for now play the fife
To the performance she gives
For Summer is her name.

Tim I. Brumley