The night becomes younger
As the daylight grows older
Summer invades Spring
Scorching swiftly with oppressive heat
Sunny skies give way to
Dark clouds and clapping thunder
With scattered bolts
Illuminating the dark sky
And even without the storm
The night grows brighter
With lighter shades
Offset by white blotchy clouds
Stars seem to shine
As is this were their season
To bathe the Earth
With ancient splendor.
