Summertime

When sunshine breaks through the clouds

and warm breezes rustle branches

and make the ripples on a pond

Summertime

When bullfrogs leap

to and fro

and rabbits frisk in meadows

While the forest, dark and lush

holds may possibilities of life

with deer stepping lightly through the trees

while searching the forest

with eyes like amber flecked with golden honey

Summertime

When sunshine breaks through the clouds

and peace is everywhere you look

Summertime

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Ravinder Kumar Soni

Beautiful imagery; a good read.

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