"To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie--
True Poems flee."
My heart for freedom longs
Beneath the heat of sun;
A summer breeze and humored songs
Could only bring more fun.
And as I gazed up to the sky
To cast my thoughts away;
In there a cloud was passing by
But everything to me.
An evening filled with scents of love
Exceeding all around;
And as one's passing short of tale--
A morning rose has more to tell.