The song of summer

In the heat of a warm summers breeze
filled with the delicate particles of dust,
circulate the early morning dawn
silent, yet still, as a new flowers born.

Ahead in the distance as song birds listen
unstable mist rises, covered be the sodden ground below,
what lurks beyond but the shadows of tiny rabbits
scattered the fields feasting on seeds as they go.

Pheasant's dance in their pairs as the sun keeps rising,
butterflies and bee's fight for the nectar
as the flowers sway to the song bellowed through branches,
taking the power, may always be hiding.

Such beauty serene, as life seen through musky windows,
unclean be the concrete surrounding such wisdom.
As dusk marches on the veil of darkness,
all manor of creatures run back to their hidings,