Slow, Summer days that slip away into br The drowsy twilight's welcoming embrace. br Soft, sun-bleached skies whose parasol of blue br Reflects the tranquil bloom on Summer's face. br Still, still the air that cradles on its wing br The orchestrated chant of sun-drunk bees; br And butterflies, so gaily fluttering, br Like polka dots held captive by the breeze. br Time holds its breath on reaching Summer's peak; br I hear the grasses whispering that this br Full moment holds the clue to all I seek, br A wordless, timeless, golden happiness. br Contained in earth, by sun and water blessed, br The Summer and my spirit come to rest.