Garden eyed beauty,
Tulip bloomed smile,
Let us till the soil,
Make anew this land,

The heat has come to stay,
Now is the time for planting,
Every orchard hangs heavy with
The fruit of our labors.

August remains elysium,
The earth is singing her song
through the throats of songbirds,

We remain sleeping,
For the birth of morning,
Dreaming of the harvest
When the sun decides to rise