As I sit in sunbeam pearls,
My gemmed dragonfly visits, noon.
Warm regards from red, butterfly world!
Purple birds' sing summer tune.
Fairy and dragonfly visit,
sitting on my silk sunflower.
Joy and magic of the hued minute!
Birds flit the plum tree bower.
Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.
When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before.
Days are long and beautiful, and the nights sultry and black;
Like a being lost in the desert, looking to find a way back!
And the joys of living are multiplied, in so many little ways,
......
As I sit in sunbeam pearls,
My gemmed dragonfly visits, noon.
Warm regards from red, butterfly world!
Purple birds' sing summer tune.
Fairy and dragonfly visit,
sitting on my silk sunflower.
Joy and magic of the hued minute!
Birds flit the plum tree bower.
Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.
When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before.
Days are long and beautiful, and the nights sultry and black;
Like a being lost in the desert, looking to find a way back!
And the joys of living are multiplied, in so many little ways,
......