Summer Song

I love to season sense engage. It clears parts mortality-dazed. When young, summer’s tune range was firmly, soul-deep engraved. When grown, human ways hush our faith with logic-grown mush. Summer composed odes grant faith prose that hopes maintain. The soft song of a summer breeze lifts aloft a wonderous spree of smoothed, spliced rapture too song silky for feel capture. Summer’s charming, velvet songs hold notes of mystical essence assuring we’re a spiritual presence. Seasonal airs of sensual flairs are fluid trilled, space tilled, and sound honed by summer’s hymn. Air's fine played tunes, early man named wind. September 1, 2018