This Summer day
When bird song floats,
through leaves of green,
Like a butterfly so seldom seen,
The sun beam sharp dissects it's might,
Within the pond's clear watery light,
Warmth lies heavy in the high blue sky,
An insect chirp , a babies cry,
a barking dog,
The quiet splash from a croaking frog.
An ice cream drip, the ants they swarm,
The daisy droops it's head forlorn.
Nimbus clouds they threaten a storm.
This calls to me
This sings to me
This speaks to me
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