Farewell, summer, quicken your pace as you go. Stars fall silently into the water. Dead Sun Dripping glistening drops of light, the child has crawled up into a world not yet wrinkled. The child turns a somersault. The hourglass flips over.
New time begins to tick.
The child picks up stars and throws them like stones. The ancient fish laughs, flipping its fins and wetting the feet of God with the splash. Soon the child grows up. His world becomes heavy with memories and filled with footprints. Yawning, the child goes away with a dead sun stuck in his pocket.