When scorching sun is at its highest height,

To wash the darkling world with starkest light.

When shining stars abound on deepest night,

And vaulted sky is black and brightest white.

Then is the land with vibrant flowers blest bright,

Painting the woodlands as an artist might

With countless colours that with zest invite.

Us to the grassy glades of forest sprite.

Sweet scent drifts on the breeze to invest right

Of bumbling bees that buzz to quest requite

For nectar in genetically pressed plight.

When fledglings fly to quit their old nest site

And test their wings ere autumn’s furthest flight

Then summer’s here to share greatest delight.