At the end of Summer

The sky is silent and asleep.

The summer wind caresses

Flowers’ dainty heads;

I find them charming as

Children at play, seeing

Them swing in the wind.

Little dancers that Heavens

Forlorn, in their colorful

Dresses paying homage

To the beauty of the rainbow;

And yet never as enchanting.

I shall lay among you, brethren,

For I am child still in God’s eyes;

Though I am weary, and my

Eyelids close as your petals do

At sunset, I feel as if this

Summer’s never-ending; warm

Is the night, sweetened by

Your scent - ever-silent,

Forever beautiful.