Summer Wind

Alone to escape the rush of light the garments from the sun embellishing itself in earthly flight that set the ally cat to run finding solace, in the shadows rhelm that gather near bush and tree What Lord rests now at the helm that dares to set man free. This unrelenting wave of heat has set the soul to thirst and flight to gasp in awe at the noonday feat now one prays for the rhelm of night our hopes are that a breeze appear and reap solace in its domain but now the brow has sweat with fear from a stoic glance at a weather vane now planted like a straw scarecrow that frightens all life away no breeze to set it to spin and tow to lend motion to this day.