Motionless lies the soft summer day;
And as the morning dew
Slowly loses its battle with the sun,
You come to me like the Summers Friend…
Joyously, you and I walk the earth’s
Soft green fields and fill the cool
Woods with our laughter.
We murmur of days to come
And how we must ride
The Circle of Life.
I embrace your amber body;
We watch the magenta sun set
As evening brings you closer to me.
 
© K. James Ribble