The sunbeams dance upon the lake,

And gild the water's edge with gold;

The birds their morning chorus make,

And fill the air with joy untold.

The flowers bloom in every hue,

And scent the breeze with fragrant breath;

The trees are full of verdant leaves,

And shade the paths from noonday's wrath.

The fields are ripe with golden grain,

And yield their bounty to the people;

The hills and dales resound with song,

And echo feels the shepherd's thoughts.

The summer shimmer fills my heart,

And bids me join the festive throng;

I leave behind all worries and troubles

And merry season lords Inside my heart.

Igor Marynowski #poetry #poem #nature