Summer Poem by Jessica Newby

The sun slowly enters the blackened world.
The hills, previously great slopes of unknown,
The landscape is lit; its secrets revealed.

Flowers and animals venturing forth,
Cotton-wool clouds drift lazily across the sky.
Small at first, a stream becomes a great lake
Longing to be part of the great seas afar.

The breeze toys gently with birds soft sound,
Peppering them all over the countryside.
A lonesome butterfly settles down to rest,
Leaves coaxed up and down. A fluttering chest.

The sun finally dips;
All that is left, a vivid red kiss.