Summer Gone

Summer Gone Come and open those sad, blue eyes Look at the peace in the birth of the morning, While summer softly slips away With the passing stars of night Yet into this quiet daylight strays Then creeps as a voiceless youth from day, Like the silent sound we disregard When we listen to the gentle wind For the sun outsets its early light, And time eludes us, escapes from our sight, As the summer wind now gone too soon Bringing the falling leaves of autumn To Bella from Mark. marklnorton@shaw.ca