Summer strong, winter left alone

Summer chills the winter. Strong
sense humor. All the leave are on
the ground are brown Helps me to wounder what
and who this time around wears the
weary, teary frown.

In the coldest, hold up! time too change
the what's, what's. The warmth feel the cup
of my bucket up. For all seasons of old.

Life experience; a story to for fill the cold
Leary world of soul. Sometimes the road can be
long and tall.

Like wisdom a ship without a sale. Knowledge
make the posted bail. Common is her well.
Summer chills the winter upon my sale of life.

As; I walk I pray, while I talk, I make hope the
finest of prey. Yet I, stay in a world of Summer
strong, winter left and gone alone.