Fire burning full of wrath Bequeathed it's power to the sun Sweat and dryness the aftermath Of the war it one against summertime fun. The sun shines bright all merry with its victory Granting us some pleasant weather Letting us bathe in her sunlit glory And at the dome time letting us enjoy a cooler shade of her hot weather. The sun soon dimmed like a candle in the wind As it was blown away by the breathe of winter Foretold by the gradually becoming violent wind It's voice shrill like someone being pierced by a splinter. However soon after the end of winter The sun soon reignites with the fires wrath Making winter weaker and weaker Repeating the cycle of the two contradictory weathers.
Freyja's Musings 