Oh how I long for summer's warm breeze.
The long green grass and how it dances with ease.
The crickets they chirp and lullaby me to sleep.
All my worries and cares until tomorrow will keep.
High up in the sky the clouds begin to billow.
Dark, soft and fluffy like a feathery pillow.
Lightning strikes and the deep thunder complains.
I wait expectantly for the sure summer rains.
The air thickens along with the afternoon heat.
The smell of the earth is so very sweet.
Freshly cut grass and blossoming flowers.
I could sit and smell their scent for hours.
I'll read a book for a while as I tan in the sun.
Then I'll go for a swim before the day is done.
The cool evening breeze whispers through the trees.
The sunset's colors are a sight that does please.
Then the night comes alive with the orchestra sounds
Of crickets and tree frogs and locusts around.
And lighting the night sky like a reflection of stars,
Are the fireflies that I catch in tiny glass jars.
But I'll set them free before I fall asleep.
To dream I'll count them instead of sheep.
Oh how I long for summer's warm breeze.
The long green grass and how it dances with ease.
The crickets they chirp and lullaby me to sleep.
All my worries and cares until tomorrow will keep.
