
this July’s hot days
fusing with all the others
eternal summer
the hopes and dreams of last spring
whittled and left to endure

this July’s hot days
fusing with all the others
eternal summer
the hopes and dreams of last spring
whittled and left to endure

growing from same roots
each at different stages
seasons of our lives

ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes
to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring