The change of the season,
Is drawing me in,
The warm summer breeze,
Is felt on my skin,
The bright coloured petals,
Of flowers in bloom,
Let's make the most,
For the months pass so soon.
The sky is a wonderful shade of blue,
There's a bird in the treetop,
It's singing a tune,
There's no finer place,
To spend my afternoon,
Here in the arms of nature.
And when evening falls,
I'll raise a glass,
To those that I've loved,
Through the years that have passed,
A Robin arrives,
On the newly mown grass,
And somehow I think of you.
Jayne Louise Davies
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