The last vestiges of Summer sun
Relieve these days of late
---with the rains and the winds
these days were wet, if not cold---
An offering, a tease, a reminder
Of the Universe
That all is fleeting in this world
---most and least of all being Hope.
Tread not into decaying days of Autumn
With trepidations or fear
Of the coming cold--or beyond
To the days of Winter.
---though this future may seem bleak
with the promise of death--
it is of great import
that we do not forget:
Life will Spring eternal
---so as it does and will with Hope---
And the Summer sun
will, once again,
Shine down and give life
Before the Fall does strike again.
Soak up the light--and bask in your Life--
Before the Winter chills your soul
---and be joyous of the knowledge
and hopeful of heart
that the Spring will lead another
---and another, followed by others--many others--
into the sunlight of all those long, hot future Summers.
It's a shame that so many choose
To squander this light--this Life--
And squabble about until our days are rotten and wrought
With hubris and ideals
That make these days the days of---
---the Seasons of---
---these ways of---
Ex-communal, mass discontent.
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