Summertime

Butterfly winged tulips fill the air with floral fragrance. 

Kissing the lips of buzzing bees. 

Touching the fingertips of 

the warm summer breeze. 

Floating in the waves of sun light, 

While dancing with the swaying tree tops.

This little blast of bright color,

brings peace to our earth like mother.

Reviews

[James Glazier]

Great poem. Excellent word choice and imagery. Looking forward to more :)

[Annie Nicole]

Aw thanks man, I appreciate it!