Summer days paved the way
to a window of attraction
social norms were no more
in human interaction.
As Mom drew in a sweltered sigh
Horus sat perched up high
And with his hands he stained the sky
And made Mom cry and cry and cry...
But if Summer days went down in flames
or drowned beneath a flood
the gambit in the sand would be
all things but a grudge.
So Horus and Mom's steely tears
Would fail for, yet, another year
Borne by acts, become by fear,
to preserve our Summer days.
