The summer winds, they bode no ill
They bring no cold your bones to chill
A gentle breeze, a warm caress
The briefest breath, a welcome guest
A playful hand running through your hair
To make you feel without a care
A rippling, tickling, fleeting touch
There to feel but leaves no smutch
It's warm, yet cooling, on your skin
A soft embrace to sink therein
But after the dip of the late summer sun
You may well think the breeze has gone
A chill arrives to take its place
To whip your hair and slap your face
To bend the boughs and churn the seas
As wild, as gentle is the breeze
But sure as earth is slowly turning
Next year the breeze will be returning
For summer winds they bode no ill
They bring just warmth your heart to fill
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