Summer breezes blow-it's the lady of the wind,
Trailing sweet fragrances, all around the bend.
Her gown is hued mists, stars are in her eyes,
Blooms frolic to her tune, under sapphire skies.

A seasoned traveler, she lives in dreamy clouds,
Or in green jungles, among the colorful crowds,
Or on hectic city streets, at the verge of sunset,
Whistling gaily and walking, in lovely silhouette.

Wailing down the mountainside, weaving lanes,
Whispering amidst butterflies, laughing in rain,
Dancing in darkness, in floral, ivory moonlight,
In the gardens of forever, and red rose delight!