'Tis summer I yearn
When sun faithfully burns
'Tis green grass I covet
When shall winter turn?
The sun I see when light wakes morn
Eyes created, long lashes born
And meant to see all that I love
But when flakes fall my heart is torn.
The young, they cry, and waves, they peel
'Tis the water I need, the salt I feel
My true meaning and reason why
Some things a dream and others real.