Mother Earth feels summer’s lazy haze
She discards her bridal white
And flush of baby pinks
She robes her self in a deep matronly green
Her young are slowly growing up
And change is in the air
She is more hotly serious for all the time she’s seen
Her blue skies are deeper turquoise
With cotton clouds piled up high
When she feels their fullness
Her grey shadows sigh
Thunderstorms erupt with roughness
And it’s no disguise
Mother Earth feels summer’s lazy haze.
She is working hard now
Wheat and barley growing
Cotton fields drink reservoirs nearly dry
Even the mesquite trees
Puff up their sage colored breasts
Their music is the mocking bird’s and sparrow’s cry
Butterflies adorn her locks now
Ladybugs, her accessories,
I have heard the violin song of cricket wings
The ocean is a jewel now
And her breathing is the tide
She murmurs as she reflects deeply on these things
She is sun kissed and he whispers
Green days will swiftly soon pass by
Cherished breezes softly caress her
She matures along with time.
Each new day wandering about her
Is like tasting a new wine.
Mother Earth feels summer’s lazy haze.
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