Summer is approaching fast

And spring's gentle breeze is threatened

By the scorching sun.

Its heat lays heavily upon me

A burden I must bear with dignity.

Yet it frightens me to watch

The spring depart without a word farewell.

I must let Summer enter in

And welcome it with open arms

For though I fear the season's change,

I know I cannot stop it,

No more than I can stop

The tide from rolling it

Or stop myself from growing old.

Fate cannot be hindered

Only accepted.

So I will stand tall and brave

As summer warms the earth

And matures the buds of spring.

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