Seasons 2: Summer Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Swallows are coming from the south,
singing lively, up in the trees,
while the sun paints the leaves.

Flowers are matting in the willows,
flying bees are carrying all their honey,
yes, they're looking rather funny.

Heat is warming back the earth,
bringing life up from nothing,
and the sea begins laughing.

Light is falling upon our hearts,
shinning love spins into space,
but old Time won't stop his race.

Summer is here at last,
holding us so tight.
Summer is here with us,
please don't leave this time.