Under the Cover of Summer

Free Verse

Under the cover of summer spirits wander.

Free from judgement they dance.

Their beauty left unseen.

Like the dream forgotten in the light of morn.

We might ponder such majesty,

but we have yet to comprehend.

Soon they will leave, without trace.

Were they even truly there.

How can one tell with the invisible.

With nothing changed does it matter?

Would you even notice,

If the spirits were left to wander.