When your soul is connected to the sun, the changing of the seasons is hard.
Why can't our earth's rotation change
by keeping up with summer's light?
I do not care for dormant days;
my soul is fueled by solar light.
True, vibrant colors deck the trees;
dew greets us with the morning dawn.
Few rays of sunshine heat my soul
to keep my spirit burning on.
This is a lento poetry form - first words rhyme throughout each stanza and then abcb defe for the end rhymes.