From physical to aether

Child of summer

Be as young as the spring, my dear.
Let your heart bloom, and the language of beauty you shall hear.

Be as warm as the summer, my love.
Spread your arms wide and open,
Like the wings of a dove.

Be as wise as the autumn, my child.
For warmth has embraced you,
But what awaits you may be very wild.

Now, sleep my love, dear child of summer.
The time of winter has come,
And nature shall slumber.