Summer

The sun is shining
Brightly in the sky
And who is this walking slowly?
No-one but I.

The birds are singing
Songs in the trees
They day's not even spoilt
By the persistent breeze

Treading through tall grass
In fields, bathed in yellow
Flowers, the daffodils
The colour makes me mellow

Marvelling at the beauty
Of the time of year
Too much to take in
Yet nothing to fear

As I watch
I see a dove
Fly off, as I walk on
Happy, to see the one I love.