The peaches fatten
Just like beau blooming babies
Succulent they swell

Singeing shocks of sun  
Efface memory of frost
Sunlight searing roots

Stimulating growth
Sun’s a giver of life, a
Benevolent Lord

He irradiates
A big blossoming bounty
Shared equal and fair

The gift is heat, light
It embraces the whole world
In an instant flash

Absence of decay
Incense of pollen and grass
World goes wild in bloom