Summer morn, with sunrise bright,
Filling all around with light.
Clapping leaves, in brilliant green,
Sky so blue completes the scene.
Summer morn, so fresh and clear,
Such a time, it is so dear.
Birds that sing from morn till night,
Chorus loud, that sounds just right.
Summer morn, with beauty bold,
Enjoying this, ne’er grows old.
O’er each lake and rocky hill,
Summer morn, so calm and still.
©2020 Steve McLeod.