Summer Reverie

The playful winds are whispering -
Great trees are sh-sh-sh-sh-shing,
Straining to catch the lovely sounds
As Nature's harmony surrounds
The voices of winged soloists -
Sweet, melodious vocalists,
Singing their songs to the ballet
Of rustling grass, bushes that sway.

As flowers curtsey, bow and flirt,
Each one doth lift a pretty skirt;
Against backdrop of pale blue sky,
Meringue-fluff clouds go drifting by.
My senses bathed with perfume sweet;
This symphony of sound complete;
My thoughts to stillness I release,
Lulled into calm repose and peace.

--Doreen (Adams) Ellis--


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