It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer In the heat, a daisy parts company My body perspires and sends a shimmer Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin A rose stands straight like cadet, red Like his beret, standing as proud as he. A tropical butterfly dances within The petals of the rose, tickling the row. The wind whispers its petals So secretly, so delicately, to and fro. The butterfly wears a brave face Watching the daisy and the rose With wings just like Nottingham lace. In the heat, my body embraces its wings And it kisses my hand, knowing its place In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.