Summer’s Day – Zoe Reynolds

I stride along a placid path. I catch a whisper in the grass.

Fairies babble in the thick of the Trees,

Swoosh the Wind in the sky

A calm buzz by the bees.

One day again, when Summers die,

Away again the fairies fly.

Ice forms that smooth shimmer on the hushed cold nights.

The snow falls from a height.

But now the grass tall does sway,

The sun releases its calming ray.

The Blackbird hums its calming tune

The water glides on this warm day in June.

A bird wings sweeps the brush away.

Oh! How I love those summers day.