Silence signals another storm

and clouds quickly form.

Thunder cracks faint, then strong,

trees whip the clouds along,

lightning dances here and there;

raindrops dash everywhere

refreshing earth and cooling air.

Soon the clouds scoot on their way

and calm descends upon the day.

As the sun resumes her stay

puddles start to fade away,

from all the trees and bushes

a pulsing‑buzzing rushes

as Cicadas break the bounds,

releasing all the summer sounds.

When the evergreen was ever green
thru years of summer suns,
it stored the heat
but shared the cool
thru days of shade
and fanning nights
while still collecting dew.

The tree that gave such cooling shade
thru years of lengthy summer days
its needles now are turning brown
but promises of stored up heat,
from deep within its mighty frame,
will gladden short but weary days
and long cold wintry nights.

When the evergreen is never green
its blessings still do grow,
to heat the hearth
and mulch the soil
it springs anew
and always warms the soul.