My spirit grows with Summer,
And rolls on Summer winds,
Flowers petals taste the nectar
Of thought, of thought today.

Rolling blissly on the heap
Of battered promises from Winter gone
I season my mettle and spice my life
On breathing deep of clouds come low.

Little lives flit freely about
The smoke of tea will drench me better
Than the Autumn rains I find not wanting
Reason to leave, reason to leave.

For I lie rooted, not able to stay
On the world that moves about me,
But for this moment, anchors are light
And my spirit grows to meet the breeze.