Summer (conjuration)

Calling forth the essence of the Ancient ones
I seek knowledge unbound
Sowing seeds beyond comprehension
Answers yet to be found

Beautiful skies stained by the Twilight
The soil in my hands, Ancient, Divine
Cerulean blue and crimson red
She has been here since the beginning

Imitation reality
We are but slaves
In this community
Open our minds
Let us feel
Our true instincts

Conjuring the Ancients
Calling forth their names
Evoking the Unseen
I am sowing the ancient seed

Ah... Summertime again
I can breathe
The fires of ancient times still burn
Though hidden underneath
I grasp the sun with my bare hands
I feel its radiant glow
Mother grins softly
As the rain falls far below