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 of 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 play she will perish But her death shall give way To life for others down line, A repeating theme to cherish Death begets life, shows the way Of the authors divine 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. Timothy I. Brumley