Can I firstly say, that, today the clouds are inside out,
Overnight  the angels came, my my ,they cleaned them out.
So now, that summer's moving in, my heart can the sound of swallows wings, beating as they pass.
The grass is glowing greener, begging to be cut.
The blades of grass are cutting, as they chat between them selves.
Of the tree shining brightly,lightly oscillating, do go the verdant leaves,
Can you hear them rustling?
Branching out, escaping from the bowing summer trees.
Such  an honour to see summer come,
How long the garden wonders, how long will her summer last.
(C) Livvi