Patches of blue and white, Slices of sunshine right, Into the branches which shake, Leaves in dance does make, A rustling sound in summer breeze, People on the way are seized, By a desire to have a gaze, At the green leaves in a maze, Spring has for music set a stage, Persons to enjoy of all age, People in colorful hues, Go into the summer new.
From ‘Serenading Poems Part one’
