I wash my face in the
And dance with the rising sun.
I run in place with the summer new,
Never quit until day is done.
I sing a song with the wind that blows,
Rush with the laughing creek.
And say a prayer over seeds I sow,
Watch the bees play hide and seek.
I rejoice in the summer moon so bright,
Try to catch each falling star.
Sing with the frogs and crickets each night,
Watch lightening bugs in Earth's Mason Jar.
I pray with peace that summer lasts,
I am filled with a wonderful awe.
Thinking of all the summers' past,
And how this one out shines them all.
Jane Ellen Slone