summer's speeding by
the sun has remained high
hot and rarely
covering herself with clouds
to ease the farmers furrowed brow

my days are speeding too
seems only yesterday that you
were younger, more naive and
handing me a million reasons an hour
to believe

now my road is not clear which
way is free from entangling fear
but i do know this -
that simplicity leads to serenity
though simplicity is no bedfellow of ease

resolution will come, i know with
harvest, perhaps - or even snow
weeping is only for a night, i am reminded -
and joy will come in the morning, be it tomorrow or the day
of reckoning
my joy will come
with peace and in green pastures my
joy will come.