Cold Summer

Oh! The frontyard tree that bore sweet fruits
Will you bear another fruit next summer?
To make the bitter soil of the enemy's land sweet,
And quench their thirst for blood with your sweet bearings.
 
Oh! The summer that changes everything!
How long will you keep us waiting?
For the dawn to break from darkness,
And the winter to pass in the wilderness

But I believe it is the darkest before dawn.
The days might be hard and the nights may be long
But spring awaits with a promise of renewal
And the summer won't be cold any longer.