Let the sun glaze your face
Set your papers down, it's time
Wield your utensil like old ways
Create thousands of new rhymes

The trees whisper answers to you
They can feel summer on the move
While spring is accepting it's due
The breeze sways and soothes

Let the ink flow out everywhere
Write goodbyes and hellos
Dream of all that's fair and unfair
Underneath your weeping willow