An Ode to the Late Summer

An Ode to the Late Summer
by Lance Isakov

Amid late summer's tender grace,

We walk Earth's path, in sacred space.

Whispers of sweet scents linger free,

The Cicadas song gently weaves through me.

Golden Sunlight hits and shadows climb,

Flowers, seeds, nuts, and fruit, harvest time. 

Contentment blooms in each step I tread,

Nurtured in Earth's arms, my gratitudes spread.

Feelings of empathy, love, and care

Between passersby a smile we share. 

The humid air, the golden light set, 

Fall is coming soon, but not just yet

Ode to the Earth Element, empathy's sea,

A lullaby of life, cradling me.

Late summer's gift, a treasure untold,

In your nurturing embrace, I find my gold.