You are Indie, I am underground 
Living in a small sparkling world that I am proud 
Good you -  covered by fur, I bare on the grass 
Might itchy, might hurt but I am so glad I brave 

I am summer, and are you "Tom"? No I doubt it *you may giggle*
Sometimes you are the coldest breeze, yet sometimes no less than the embracing sunlight
In you I trust that one can be blessed fun spring to winter 
You are more of one good "season", I say, as a thinker 
That inner me do hope we both can be summer 
Some day