And gild the water's edge with gold;
The birds their morning chorus make,
And fill the air with joy untold.
The flowers bloom in every hue,
And scent the breeze with fragrant breath;
The trees are full of verdant leaves,
And shade the paths from noonday's wrath.
The fields are ripe with golden grain,
And yield their bounty to the people;
The hills and dales resound with song,
And echo feels the shepherd's thoughts.
The summer shimmer fills my heart,
And bids me join the festive throng;
I leave behind all worries and troubles
And merry season lords Inside my heart.
Igor Marynowski #poetry #poem #nature
