In the wilds of my heart I dream of bliss.
The summer sun will proclaim this.
The shade of trees would circumvent
the heating that the skies have sent.
A mist of rain will feed the thirst
of gorgeous blooms in color burst.
The land has grown so lush and green
where fruits of summer can be seen.
The aroma of some barbeque
in some backyard is rising too.
Kids splash in swimming pool delight
while fishermen wait for a bite.
A happy smile lights up the faces
of vacationers going places.
This is a time without a care
when coats are shed and feet are bare.
Such is the joy of summertime
with warmth of spirit so sublime.