The comforting warmth of the sun falling <br />through the window, <br />the voices of many birds calling serene <br />from the meadow <br />while the new morning rushes on boundless, <br />the pure blue glow <br />of a ethereal sky does reminds me <br />of the joys of summer, of tranquillity.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joys-of-summer-cavatina/
