Summer

 -by Pratyush Parashar Das 

The essence of summer longs to break through the dying embers of the winter sun,

As the changing shades of the landscape turn everything red, and the ground dun,

The Earth begins to awaken from her deep slumber and shake away the cobwebs of a dreary winter,

As the first leaves become visible yet again, appearing to my eye like a green splinter,

And thus it is so, that my spirit heals and is born anew,

For seasons like these are what it cherishes, be they evermore or few.