Summer’s Gift

Come quietly; tread the path meandering through the garden blessed.
Hear the hum of busy bees spreading plentiful joy to each new guest.
See anxious fresh buds decidedly take their rank among the steady race.
Cherish this time among the splendor perceived as your quiescent place.
Then sit upon the stone wall, linger near the tranquil lake while taking in the sun.
Offer praise for feasting eyes and fragrant scent, constant until the day is done.

Poem
Beverly Hooks