Summer’s Call
Spring, come listen to the Summer’s call
that passes by on a whispered breeze,
exhaling warmth like a shallow breath
on the ebb and flow of calming seas.
In hushed tones that sing, it calls for Spring
in lullabies of breaths for it to rest
and to sleep away the quiet days,
Entrusting Summer at its behest.
A season ends, as it always does,
but Spring does languish for a while,
though it sleeps at last, content with warmth,
and disappears on Summer’s smile.
Now singing songs of Spring must end,
like a fading voice just out of reach,
and listen instead for Summer’s call
that beckons forth with quiet speech.
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