Bright light blesses us this morn
The dew rises on the stems of the grass
Un-expected heat comes to pass
We reflect on the Summer that was meant to be
That most us didn't get to the sea
And most of us didn't feel free
Oh heat beam down and give us solis
Give us strength for the Winter and what may come to stall us
As we pray that the darkness will not want to call us
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC
Bright light blesses us this morn
The dew rises on the stems of the grass
Un-expected heat comes to pass
We reflect on the Summer that was meant to be
That most us didn't get to the sea
And most of us didn't feel free
Oh heat beam down and give us solis
Give us strength for the Winter and what may come to stall us
As we pray that the darkness will not want to call us
Enjoying 30 degrees in the UK today.
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