The winds gust upon young oaks
Casting a thousand yellows and greens against the sky
Sunflowers dance freely
While bees dart the chaotic rhythm
Like young lovers testing a new embrace
The heat is sultry and warm
As the path winds through shadows and light
The breezes tease your hair
As if a seraph had just passed by
In a stream of celestial dust
The joys of mid summer sun
Poetry and Verse 