SUMMER SONG....

The bluest blue that comes to stay a month or two, or maybe three, that chases all the clouds away--- it's nature on her warming spree! the master artist took his place--- white sheets four and colours more; the first three go at rapid pace, he takes a while for number four. there's autumn, spring and winter first, a pause before the brightest one: his lips already parched with thirst, he picks his brush and gets it done. What fun, he grins, for summer's here!