Yellow swamp flowers stand like sentinels along the waterway,

Their faces beaming broad grins;

For they keep a secret

With fairy like wonder,

Finding it to be the greatest humor –

An inside joke amongst themselves.

 

It’s a secret they are unwilling to share,

But brings a mystified smile –

A feeling of wonder and awe

To those who pass by.

 

In the distance, butterflies dance

In sync like ballerinas

Performing A Midnight Summer’s Night Dream.

 

As far as the eye can see,

Fields full of green.

 

Summer’s bounty

Summer at its apex.

 

A humming sound fills the air;

Hundreds of bees

Moving from field to field,

Doing their jobs.

 

Powerful rays beam down

Casting a fiery blaze everywhere it touches.

 

The Beetles –

Strawberry Fields Forever

On repeat in my head,

 

A feathery breeze passes by

Bringing with it the faintest smell of roses and wildflowers;

Everything’s good,

Everything’s in order.