The Scent of Summers

When the sun would come out
it tickles my nose
the sweet birdies shout
and the fresh new grass grows
songs of spring fever
sing in my ears
of a squirrel, a beaver
little racoons and bears
of deer that are prancing
out in bright meadows
and small children dancing
outside their windows
laughter and smiles
are all I can see
joy stretches for miles
and blooms within me
giddiness shines
brighter than the sun
and painful burn lines
are erased by the fun
popsicles lick at my
dry and parched tongue
thinking of it I sigh
the sweet song still sung