As the summer solstise sun
Lights my verdant canopy
A new season has begun,
A hopeful and a happy one.
A breeze tickles the shining leaves
As they reflect their brilliant leafy green,
While the massive globe slants and heaves;
A significant shift; fifty-nine times I’ve seen.
One minute less, each day, to light the bay.
Tilting not so slowly in another direction
Casting erstwhile shadows to another way,
Under perpetual radiation, like orbit anon.