Golden Brown.

Mr sun smiles again.
His smile frees my bones from the winter pain.
Grey skies turn summer blue.
A summer season does start anew.
Colourful plants start to bloom.
In my thoughts there’s no more doom and gloom.
Birds tweet tweet in the early morn.
New wildlife is seasonly born.
People smile and say hello.
No angry voices do angrily bellow.
Lightness prevails to near midnight.
Summertime makes this world look bright.
I walk along a dry grassy track.
In the cool clear pond ducks quack quack.
I inhale deep and slowly exhale out.
I am as happy as Larry my summer voice does shout.