Branches gently swaying
caught by the breeze.
Soft clouds sail the endless blue,
adrift in heaven's seas.

The scent of honeysuckle
wafts lazily from the garden.
The roses bow beneath the wind
while it begs their pardon.

The summer warmth caresses all
and kisses every daisy's cheek,
leaving shimmering pools of gold
on the meadow grass and rose leeks.

Above the staunch rows of corn
and nodding stalks of wheat,
the sparrow's song rings out
to make the summer beauty complete.

I love every hill,
every bird,
every rock and tree.
And I'm grateful to God
for all of these precious gifts
he gave me.