After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every
storm, there comes clear, open skies.
-Samuel Rutherford
In the stifling heat of the blazing sun,
Announcing Bold Prince Summer, trumpets rage.
Boreas, fierce North Wind seeks some fun-
Lightning roars, thunder claps, battles are staged.
Crops are flattened; towering trees bow.
Swarms of flies and hornets attack the fields
Savagely, mercilessly as crops sough.
All's calm, quiet, when a rose doth Summer wield,
As lil' birds croon melodious symphonies.
A shepherd and a lamb frolic, laugh and
Run 'cross boundless meadows in harmony.
Bathed in brilliant sunlight, Summer is grand,
Leaving in a brilliant shower of gold,
As trumpets ascertain his name of 'Bold'.