Made of Summer

Flowers reign in this place of mine, budding slowly with no thought of time.

Deep in my heart the summer wind flows, healing my roots from Winter's death-throes.

Made of light dipped in reds, oranges and blues, the skies in my head paint the clouds by twos.

Along my paths of crystal-blue rivers are the homes of men, both golds and silvers.

Fields of roses make up my mouth, breathing petals up towards the South.

Rippling pools surrounded by glass show my emotions through elegance and class.