How I yearn for those summer days,
When trees are green, and the grasses grow,
The skies are blue not full of snow,
Where I can roam through sweet smelling meadows.
Flowers of beauty grow beneath my feet unseen,
Until they come through and deliver their cent,
The nectar of life seems so sweet then,
And I can gaze into eternal nothings in wondrous bliss.
Time for reflection on days gone passed,
Dreams for the future whilst lying in sunny haze,
Chewing on dried grass straw I look toward the sky,
In my minds eye I reflect on how lucky I am.
Slowly the hours pass bye as I wallow in the mid day sun,
Turning occasionally to even my tanning body,
Lazy holidays in summer meadows draw near as old are gone
Until then I can but dream of sweet things to come.
