A summers breeze
A morning wind
A midday chill
And the midday still

Quiet rain
Silent thunder
Shivering clouds
To stir the crowds

The suns hard stare
Upon my neck
Giving heat away
On thy hot summer day

My jet black pen
Pounding the paper
Bellowing thoughts through my mind
Not a thing left behind

On a cold spring eve
Cold bursting through
Chilling my face
Rushing away disgrace

The air ever so light
As it hangs tranquilly
Touching my soul
Not feeling the least bit dull

A summers breeze
A morning wind
A midnight chill
As the midday lies still