A scorched horizon,
Inviting with enticement,
Those, with hearts surrendered
To ferly skies.
Enriching blends allure desire,
With ether bliss and ripened field,
A blink has captured moments new.
Past days swept by a tender breeze,
Why seize what has not yet begun?
The young will now strive to belong,
Abandoned;
In spite of aching mind,
Before once more our time is gone;
At least for now,
It will live on.
