Answer the call of summer's melody.
Return to the harmony of her fertile soil.
When the song sparrows chorus a new day,
welcome the dance of shadow and light.

The beaming sun pilots the way
from forgotten roots to petals so subtle.
Whispers of a vanishing dream seem lost
under the brilliance of the sturgeon moon,
no longer reflecting beguiled illusions.

With heads bowed to noon's gleaming rays,
a cultivated esteem sways and twirls in the modest breeze.
A delightful appeal remains, as blossoms awaken
offering the bounty of their authentic seed.

by Sally Somervill