"a summer walk"

it is a summer day,
with breezes sweet.
the sky is clear and pure,
with its beauty stretches high.
flying birds flutter and gawk,
cheerfully in pairs of two.
many sing sweet, melodious tone;
while others sing makes me think of you.
there are cricketts chirping near,
as i pay close attention to hear.
there are violets, some so small and lone,
that already blooming their loveliness.
there are those with petals that fall,
and soon about to die.
i stop my pace, to the side,
where the violets are,
to wipe away the tears from my face.
i sit alone and there
the violets comfort my lonely heart.