Summertime and flowers bloom
Morning sun and sparkling dew
That glistens till the afternoon
As the sun lights up the dim lit room
Trickling down the blades of grass
Mirror image sharp as glass
That sees the future and the past
But cannot advance or surpass
Like tears of joy the dew doth dry
Not unlike the ones in weeping eyes
A new day dawns, the coast is clear
No more drama, no more tears