Soulful song of the maturing sun,
Harmonies lulling one to sleep,
Weave magic webs of perpetual fun,
Mesmerising me in a trance so deep.
The buzz of the diligent bee,
Sucking nectar sweet and pure,
Remind me of life overtly free,
Under the clear skies of azure.
Melodious echoes of the lark,
Unite with the church choir,
Creating symphony mild and stark,
Making maidens dance in the foyer.
Cheery hums of bonny damsels,
Merry laughter of happy fellows,
Morph the discord of stupid assails,
And orchestrate the dancing shadows.
Babble of the silvery streams,
Songs of the whispering willow,
Speak of pleasant summer dreams,
Of destined paths I should follow.
Rhythemic 