Once Upon a Summertime

Once upon a summertime,
There was so much of the new;
Without any reason or rime,
It was open to the very few.
Love was then sweet in the dulcet,
With breezing of fragrance scent;
No sorrow there nor regret,
Only the sweetest of all advent.

Then the winter came slowly in,
Destroying all the colors true;
And bringing the freezing sin,
That gave only sorrow and blue.
All the blossoms were destroyed,
In the grasses sallow and dead;
The moments were much annoyed,
For nothing seemed further ahead.

Then all of a sudden summertime,
Again came with returning spring;
Beautiful flowers started to climb,
Colorful buds within much blessing.
Love again was growing in the heart,
Full of vigor and in youthful fiery;
Just like in last year's counterpart,
When winter's chains came free.