"See ya' later," says Summer in a pleasant, southern drawl,
"Breathing has been needed before the school bell call."
"See ya' later," says the sun in bright, artistic voice,
"Rest is now needed before tomorrow - full of choice."
"See ya' later," says the soul in uncertain, wavering tone,
"Life will never be the same without my loved one - who's gone Home."
"See ya' later," says the season in expectant tears,
"Children are almost grown - miss those together years."
"See ya' later," says the spirit in sure, triumphant song,
"It's almost over, world, - Home is Heaven - There I will belong."
Thankful my children notice God's artistic displays across the big sky! Amazing photo capture!