The Glory of Summer

Oh Summer! How you move me!
Your flowers billow in the breeze.
You provide the raging tributaries,
And the greenest of all the scenes.

You melt away the rain and cold,
And disband the greyest clouds,
Your days are filled with warmth and light,
You are the season of which I am most proud.

In your glory I can do all things,
Things that were impossible before,
I can sleep un-chilled under your stars,
Or enjoy a day of leisure on a sandy shore.

I can write a thousand stanzas,
Under the shade of a giant tree,
While I listen to the spirited melodies,
Of the birds who croon to me.

Oh Summer! How generous you are!
In what you offer to the tenants of earth,
No other season can compare to you,
For you are the epitome of mirth.