Sway beyond the summer breeze,
Like leaves who\'ve found their way.
Blooming on the branches bare,
Spring could not be saved.
Warm the air and dry the toungue,
For water thirsts in everyone,
And gold and silver fall from skies,
Teared through narrow greenest eyes.
Lift the sun as she does glow,
Carry her upwards to and fro.
And never burn a hair or skin,
Or saunter quite of whats within.