The Solstice

We all have to try

  These months, these weeks, these precious days

The moon is in it's gibbous phase

The zenith season has ignited a blaze

Emitted from the orb of hope of hope and rays

 The days are blessed with cloudless skies

The nights are cold which no-one defies

The days fall away and our time slowly dies

and we grow further and further from our annual prize

 The season ends as it's job is done

The leaves die along with the fun

and Autumn, Winter and Spring are battles to be won

but we're awaiting the summer like it's awaiting the sun