Song of Summer

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.

 

Sunset Story

The morning has called it a day,

Tired, it slips into deep slumber,

Wrapped in blankets of orange and grey,

It drowns in heavenly wonder.

 

Lullaby of the returning swallows,

Lulls the sea to mellow serenity,

As the night stealthily follows,

On a path of shinning placidity

 

Sordid moments of the bygone day,

Drown deep like the setting sun

As farmers with their golden hay,

Slip in a moment of jig and fun.

 

The aroma of the evening breeze,

Intoxicating, it steals my solace,

As I sway with the colossal trees,

My eyes fancying your blessed face.

 

Beyond the mystical horizon,

With a trail of our innocent love,

We meandered, singing in unison,

Dreaming of the heavens above.