Winds of Beauty

The summer wind crosses over the fields of daisies, white painted, they dance in the breeze

Beautiful sky, with a blue hue, as a cloud, here and there, forms a shape all of its own, the beauty

Taken by the birds, as they fly from one branch, to the next, proud, they sing a song of love, of caring

The wind against my cheek, the kiss of the dove, the green grass, it plays a tune, if you really listen

It is music, as the rabbits do the jig, and the deer trot, the squirrels, do the shuffle, and the butterflies dance the ballet

What wonders, what enchantment, to feel the pedals of the purple velvet iris, and the scent of honey suckle, as the bumble bees cross paths

To hear the ducks, calling, as they swim across the lake, with a train of ducklings behind, the frogs, jump from one pad to another, while the dragonfly follows waters journey

Summer, where the green becomes endless, and the flowers brilliant colors, of red, yellow, orange, purple, pink, and white, are a rainbows heaven

Inspired by the winds of beauty, as the leaves of the trees move gracefully, we play, tennis, baseball, basketball, run races, paint faces, eat cotton candy, and slide down water slides

Beauty, to behold, to love, to feel, to touch, to breathe, to give, and to share, it is more than a dream, it is a gift to mankind, and it is real