Spring Turns to Summer

coming then leaving
rejoicing then grieving
spring turns to summer again

mist on the mountains
rain's liquid fountains
falling but always the same

all is in motion
here by the ocean
wind just a gentle breeze

skipping and dancing
leaping and prancing
from the sea into the trees

fluttering sputtering
whispering muttering
'what no one understands

coming then leaving
everywhere weaving
here in these sacred lands...