Summer's Song

in the living green around
whispering wind moves over ground
rustling leaves then moving on
as springtime yields to summer's song

in which birds which rose at crack of dawn,
long before our habits worn,
sing their morning reveries
waking as a dream now flees

into somewhere in the mind
somewhere which we cannot find
as we return from deep asleep
to wide awake in which we keep

listening to the world around
the whispering wind, its rushing sound
the buzz of wasps and bumblebees
the whoosh of breath which comes then leaves

as springtime yields to summer's song
desiring only to belong
in the living green around
as whispering wind moves over ground