And as the sweet cicadas call,
in this, only early July,
I wonder if the world will
ever be the same again.
The bees have burrowed in the soil,
and herbs have gone to seed;
will August bring an early fall?
Will autumn quickly recede?
Then I found these rainbows in the trash
and captured them for you.
Do not despair, it's only hiding
the earth, we know, will renew--
It's just waiting for you