• So cold the nighttime brings. Whether it be in the heat
    Of summer months where pools pervade with children so young.
    Or the soundly emptiness in the frozen rivers where cars
    Cease to tread in the death of the Winter.

    There had been an entity that negated the adverse effects
    That these deities brought. It was a virtuous entity carrying
    A song of solitude, yet... magnificence with its words and creeds.
    Even though they may have strayed from their path; the blunder
    Was noticed and accounted for, and would hopefully not be committed again.

    The divinity, as it has been come to known, brought clouds to
    The intense burning rays. Brought water to empty areas for recreation.
    Taciturnity whereabouts changed to boisterous tides of relation in the banks
    That once layed still. In a single moment there rest nirvana. Sweet.
    Blithe. Tranquil. T'was Though there was a choir of seraphs around.

    Now all of it gone with a winter/summer flash. As promptly as it came,
    So was it to leave. As our existence we would scarcely encounter that sweet
    Atmospheric sensation that rushes over us in but a beat of a dogs heart.
    Leaving us yearning and lachrymatory for the following days to come.