The skies above are clear
The sun shines from up high,
Birds are singing, bees are humming.
I hear the children laughing.
The flowers are fragrant and sweet,
The gardens, of produce, are full.
Mother’s in the kitchen canning
Father’s in his wood shop working.
Laundry is out on the line,
Garlic’s hanging in the shed,
The roosters are crowing
The hens, in their house, are clucking.
Here I can see all of summer;
I can smell the sweet scents, and hear the perfect sounds.
Right here I can hear summer singing,
And the children laughing.