Summertime

Sitting in the shade of a mango tree Under ripe and full fragrant fruits Mellow breezes willow and gentle Make the skirts on the line scuttle Every soul in the forest is alive in glee Rifling leaves fall onto the grassy ground The sun is brilliant gaily shinning on smiling faces Inside the shade taking in cool fragrant wind My body lay in the grassy field gently Entering stasis in the ambience of the gods