Summer days seeming, long seeming to end, The green deepens and circles to close every bend. Birds spread their wings and fly low in the sky Flocked to far away warmth into the sun’s eye.
You will always be there Heart, remembering that we are One. Seasons change, time shifts, like the afternoon sun. See the glow, feel the warmth, in the stillness that comes. Here we all live where God’s love is spun.
Here in the garden of the summer’s slow end, There are new beginnings, this in Love’s sweet lend. When the birds fly like arrows with songs of mystery Our heart goes with them, in joy’s jubilee.
Summer end days, Heart – summer’s redeem. How we linger, here- how we long dream. In the heavy full sweetness of the last swooning gleam.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew;