The rich orange sun is beaming,
We are lost in summer's wild days;
And gardens and parks are teeming.
The rich orange sun is beaming.
The moon is asleep and dreaming.
We are in a sweet redbird phase!
The rich orange sun is beaming.
We are lost in summer's wild days.
Excellent Triolet about the beaming Summer, the picture added is marvelously chosen! 5 Stars full!
A lovely poem that captures the most colorful light of the Sun. Beautifully depicted and presented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and picture!