Summer Magic
This summer magic Makes us young again, And sends us forth In re-found innocence To marvel at the grass-heads As we lie And bask like turtles At the river's brim. From wishes blown in Dandelion fluff, Our eyes awake to wonder At the dance Of fireflies As dusk falls on the trees And meteors make Lines across the sky. These heights of summer, Coming in our prime, Recall us, with The wisdom of our years, To turn again and ponder Whence we came And stir our souls to Search for simpler things And see the splendor of them, And be glad. Written in response to Art Stew 52 prompt: Summer Magic
