‘’Now the summer has passed.

It might never have been

It is warm in the sun

But it isn’t enough.

All that might’ve occurred

Like a five-fingered leaf

Fluttered into my hands

But it isn’t enough.

Neither evil or good

Has yet vanished in vain ,

It all burned and was light

But it isn’t enough.

Life has been as a shield ,

And has offered protection .

I have been very lucky

But  it isn’t enough.

The leaves were not burned

The boughts were not broken ,

The day clear as grass,

But it isn’t enough .’’