Summer...

As meadows silent cradle call,
in hedgelings on a garden wall,
as blooms and buds with misty light,
gives way to fragrant summer night,

an artists hand creates the sky,
as sparrows dart in play they fly,
the silence of the twilight fall,
nocternal creatures sing their call,

the air of calmness all around,
from earth and sky to tree and ground,
and nesting babes all safe to rest,
as rustling hunts see thier best,

through natures call so much unseen,
yet timeless wonders always been,
a secret home amongst the land,
perfected by creators hand,

as creeping dawn begins to rise,
as if she hid in sweet disguise,
a song of love is chorused forth,
from east through south and west to north,

in joyous dances all arise,
as sunlight spreads through splendour skies,
renewed a bliss of precious day,
in source of all perfections way,

Ange A. 2008.