Nature Of Poetry, Heart Of Summer Poem by Captain Cur

To catch a glimpse of unending summer
which folds within the springtime and the fall
in her heart reigns the eternal flower
winter kings cannot freeze or overthrow.
Preeminence scents her warm breeze blowing
in belief made strong, beyond all knowing
this breath of life we joyfully inhale
exhaled from grasslands, forests and the vales.
Swirling with a prideful countenance
from in that realm, throughout the deep expanse,
queenly beauty descending from the skies
patient waits for the sun to greet her eyes.
Oceans above and below, the billowy
clouds, the forbearance of the great willows
who dot earth's hollowed ground, and with them wept,
wild in nature, unholy and unkempt
and even the kings of winter will cry
in blissful ending summer's eve will die.