Summer days are here again,
Or is it my mind going insane?
The beautiful petals blossom in the sun,
The radiance of a beautiful one.

I can hear a voice whistle through the trees,
A voice of serene and a voice of peace,
That can quiet this troubled soul of mine,
A miracle only of God's design.

I see her smile in the cloud,
A sign that shows today isn't bad;
From you, a gentle touch,
To me, it wont be much.

The moon and stars watch from the sky,
I hope they send you to spy,
I will catch and squeeze u tight,
But i promise not to bite.