Where are you going my little one 
With your hands full of summer flowers?
Why do you have that smile on your lips?
Why do your eyes shine like stars?

I’m coaxing with play the Summer away 
She’s never ever happy to leave 
She’ll pout and she’ll wallow, go all shades of yellow 
She’ll moult in the throes of grief 

But when I pick up her bloom-strewn dresses 
And laughingly whisk them away 
She follows along singing a song 
And her sister takes up the reign  

I’m the whisper of the breeze flowing in the trees 
I’m the drops of morning dew
I’m the patter of rain on sun-kissed earth 
I’m her fragrance as she breathes anew 

I’m the usher of times, of blossoms and snow
I’m the forger of grand season farewells
I’m the music and cadence of the rhythm of life 
I ring all its wistful and joyful bells.