The Life's Summers of Hope

The heat is on

Rivers are turning brown

Children flock the bank and pools

Grasses are wild grown

Rain is catching it's rhythm

showing no signs of ceasing

Lo! Summer is nigh

Summer is here

Spring is gone

So did the bright skies

and white snow caps

Rangjung ( place where i spent nine summers) in Summer

Frogs have found their voice

So have crickets joined the orchestra

heralding the lively summer

the colorful summer 

The summer of opportunity

Moths hovers plenty

By the veranda light

Escaping the rain

But rain is welcome

For the farmers

It's time for plough

And oxen to tire

And extra hand to hire

For It's time to sow

Corn and grains

For it will be folly for a man

To seek to harvest

When he have sown none

Because barren land

Gives no fruit

courtesy; google, women transplanting rice

Plant ye, prepare your field

Seek extra labour

When your summer is at hand

For when summer is long gone

And there is nothing to glean

By the fall

Winter will torment your

Soul poor, left in despair

But more wise and awaiting

The Life's next summer of new hope

If only there are more summers in store?