Happy Season.

A summer breeze gently blows.
With it a refreshing air gently flows.
Nature colourful alive and kicking.
Succulent fruit is ripe for picking.
This is my favourite time of year.
It fills me full of wellness and cheer.
Days are long and darkness short.
Lack of rain means outside activities we don’t have to abruptly abort.
Summer faces smile and glow.
Through the air flies cupids loving arrow.
Church bells ring as happy couples marry.
I will tell thee i am as happy as that happy bloke Larry.