Summer Days

The fresh breeze drifts through the window,

the smell of lilac and honey trail behind.

Through the trees, the breeze flows,

across the smooth surface of the lake.

 

Calla Lillies and Roses float on the water,

never gracing the shores of the Earth.

Tall grass sifts through the air,

bringing fresh pollen along with it.

 

Sounds of larks and nightingales,

of bluebirds and cardinals

twittering on the air,

their beautiful melody heard from everywhere.

 

All day long they sing,

the music flowing around and through me.

Until the sun sets and they rest,

their weary beaks to open in the morning.

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