Upon a happy person’s head,

I am a companion to drown out the dread.

My hat has withered with age,

My ribbon has been frayed by the thread.

The summer’s warmth brought solace to my person’s heart.

I am now stored away, kept alone in sadness,

Remembering how each piece of her life was a new start.

But now her head is hatless.

I remember that next year will be back.

Oh, how long will it take for me to be needed again?

In a year, it will be time to unpack.

To make my person happy, I go to every extent.

Spring, winter, and fall all bring their sense.

But I am forgotten till next year’s radiant light.

While the other seasons rejoice at my expense.

But still, I dream of salty air at the beach,

Protecting my person from the penetrating heat.

Allow peace to be the center of her world,

That’s a purpose that I just can’t beat.

Of laughter and joy, that’s yet to be,

For though the seasons take their turn.

In the sunshine, my person is free.