What
I feel the gentle evening breeze kissing my cheek
As I sit with my thoughts of -
I hear the night song of birds nesting, resting
The kiss of the summer's breath on my late autumn's brow
I am running out of months while the year is but half its time
I already feel the winter's cold
Eventhough the June bugs take to flight each night
Wait a minute this isn't going well at all, try again,
I see children running and playing with abandon
My brothers and I are loose in the my summer's day
Running in and out of the shade, our bare feet slap against the grass
I run as the sun touches us through the dappled sun/shade of the trees
And the grass waves leaf up/leaf down as we run past
The sun lightens our hair as it darkens our skin
I hear my brothers' laughter and join in as we giggle about -
This is much better and old Walt would be pleased, just put in a phase about
becoming what you see and it would be better,
I enjoy the summer's late sunset beyond the trees
The sky's colours of red and orange encourage me
I revel in life and delight in each day
Thank you