The wind is blowing summer hot,
A furnace blast of air,
Why, hardly had the spring arrived!
This really isn’t fair.
The springtime blossoms had begun
To fill my eye’s delight,
When suddenly, the summer sun
Is beaming strong and bright.
I really miss the time of year when
Kites sail in the sky,
When puffy clouds and gentle breeze
Dandelion seeds to fly.
The April rain, the greening grass,
Gives time to thaw and stretch,
But with the coming of the heat,
Too soon for summer catch.
Too soon are gone the tulip heads
All bobbing in a row,
And daffodils are just a thought
Since fighting through the snow.
For now in earnest heat arrives,
The grass begins to rise,
And mowing is the common task
To form the lawns we prize.
And summer brings it just rewards,
As corn and soybeans grow,
And cattle graze on rolling hill
As creeks and rivers flow.
They make their way to larger streams
And finally join the sea,
Reminding that’s the way of life,
The life God gives to me.
We may not always like the change,
We might prefer it cease,
But ours is not the fight to stay,
Instead, we find God’s…
Peace,
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