Summer Is Here
Life starts over when summer is here
And all of the things I love so dear
Are now blooming and have come alive.
Through winter and spring did survive.
Beauty is in each bloom that I see
And birds flying high and so free
From the sun they are now all tanned
And tired looking for a place to land.
They always know place which is the best
And all return back to their nest
Built on top of a tall, tremendous tree
Which is where God wants them to be.