The seasons
(Summer)
The hot summer sun shines down
Through sparkling shimmering leaves
a soft balmy breeze fills the air
With the heady perfume of lime trees
Sunbeams dance on a gentle babbling brook
And the air is filled with the sound of birds singing
far Into the distance church bells are ringing
Fields of golden corn gently sway in the sun
Bees and butterflies go fluttering by
And from out of a deep blue sky
I hear the sound of the kestrels cry
Green rolling fields and hazy days
Bathed in the warmth of the suns rays
Summer is always the most glorious of days
ShirleyG ©