Summer is the time for buzzing bees and singing cicadas
Summer is a hot dry time when all the world is parched craving to drink something cold like ice water
It becomes too hot to walk much outside
Birds call to each other from swaying trees that blow in the cool breeze
Flowers dance in the cool breezes showing off their beautiful colours bright and bold
The sweet smell of honeysuckles drift
From the enchanted forests and woodlands beautiful
Nature herself blooms as the flowers that dance in the fields and meadows
And love blooms in my heart for everybody like lily of the valley whose sweet perfume was made by Fairies
Everything is like a Fairyland as I sit on a mossy boulder by the creek
Here it is that I have the sweetest dreams that the Fairies bestow me with
And I am happy as I bathe my feet in the coolness of the mountain stream
Japanese irises blooming sweetly their petals so pretty and delicate for the Fairies wove them into a tiny stem of green and made a flower

*~Marian~