The warmth that fills the summer air,
And the smell of trees, of earth, of soil,
the breath of wind so gentle and fair,
Are delights of nature that do not spoil.
Each day of summer is a blessing not disguised,
The gold of the sun that kisses the skin,
It’s warmth and heat doesn’t let me hide,
It shines and heals the wounded parts within.
I can’t recall a summer’s day from past,
Where they weren’t filled with joy, of wonder, of cheer,
The memories I remember aren’t bad or of aghast,
Gone are the days of cold and of fear.
The summer’s day is a blessing not disguised,
It’s teaches me to shine not hide,
To allow myself to remember the fun,
Under the caring gaze of the golden sun.