A Summer Wish

The poppies sway in the waves of the sunlight,

readying themselves for the moonlit night.

The bees are coming!

Sweet nectar for their hunger;

to the dandelions they next proceed to

with speed.

And there go the birds!

Soaring high in the sky;

I sigh.

For what a lovely sight is Summer.

Dear rabbit,

come out from your hole.

I do not bite.

Come frolic in the meadow

so that I may relish in this nature story.

I raise my arms to the air –

I am bare.

Come as I am;

be who I am.