it was at the end of summer
and she stood beneath the oak trees of winter,
she was thinking of life
the tears she's cried
as she watched leaves fall to the ground,
the world she knew has changed.
Her hand touched the oak tree as
thought of her baby girl's smile,
her baby's life was full of wonder,
and she wondered why the trees
died in autumn?
These were the things
she would think
as she said goodbye to a summer
too young to forget
too long to remember
she will feel the sweat of july
during the cold of december
as she unwraps the gifts
that santa left behind.
Her baby runs to her
as summer runs away.
Rashaad the Prince of Kings