Love was contemplating itself…

so many mirrors…

dewdrops shining in the morning sun

or light on a starry night…

Oh! soft light of children’s soul…

Eternally..present…

breeze on the skin of my soul…

nature I am…

ah!..the breathing…

the inspiring…

What did you do all summer?…

I danced and sang…grasshopper said

HA!…

But before the ant could turn to insult..

with her words….

And you how were you busy all summer…

while I danced on the breeze of life….

I worked…,Me

Ah!… you worked…

and by working..seems..

poorer you have become.,..

cause Love…

while so busy..working,

passed and flew away….