Song Of Summer Poem by chris spurrell

The sound of the birds this summer morn
Singing so sweetly as they herald the dawn
Their morning chorus sung for all to hear
Can anything be sweeter for all our ears
The soft gentle hum of the busy bees
As they gather the nectar from flowers and trees
Then back to their hives they must away
For there's plenty of honey to be made this day
The beautiful butterflies all fliting around
Some are on flowers and some on the ground
Their lovely patterns on wings so fair
And they fly with a grace that none can compare
The sound and the smell of summer is all around
Out in the country and even in towns
The flowers in bloom the warmth of the sun
Now everyone knows that summer's begun.