You abound in brilliant color

Accustomed to recreation is how the scout found it

In dancing along the path, his eyes met with the gap

In between the edge of the breeze and what seems a sappy love story

Of thy eyes commitment to sight. So true, you flare in residue of youth,

With an arch so superfluous as if created the clouds of reason and You touch

September with passion as mounted in delight

Wrapped in deliverance and sustained in might

Of God so willing to uphold what is told

That we shall not be weary but forever casts our mold

So heavy in days of weather, incandescence of trees

And yonder there lay several paces as we foretell our plea

Is not in what we care for, but is in our hope.