Its Summer and Its Pleasing

It`s summer and it`s pleasing in 12 shades of green. I think i`ll go fishing or maybe just dream. In a trillium forest by a trout lily stream, or a white daisy meadow where the waters run clean. It`s summer and it`s pleasing and i`ve no where to be. With my shovel and pail think i`ll go to the beach. and walk through sand castles dip my toes in the sea, roll in the swells that blanket the deep. It`s summer and it`s pleasing and it`s good to be free. just to hang upside down like a kite in a tree. Fall through the sunlight softened by leaves, drop to my hammock with a good mystery. It`s summer and it`s pleasing and i`ve no want or need. Think i`ll sit in my garden as the glories drop seed. Rejoice with the bluebird high atop the elm tree, lie back in soft clover point to clouds with my feet. It`s summer and it`s evening no desire to sleep. On a night strung with diamonds over firefly blinks. Symphonic crickets and peepers that peep, as a moth named Magoo, bumps it`s head on the screens.