Mid-July Poem by Phil Soar

A gentle breeze that swept the leaves across the garden lawn
The morning sun shone through the clouds, welcoming the dawn
A picture of tranquility across a nearby lake
The songbirds singing loudly, what a joyous sound they make

The fixtures of the summer on a day in mid-July
Almost took the breath away, and made me want to cry
A joyous cry, which said that I am glad to be around
To witness every second, enjoying every sound