The sun shines hot on my face
While a light breeze sweeps my hair lightly across my cheeks.
A sticky popsicle drips down my fingers
While birds sing their songs.
Drip, drip, drip. . .
The garden hose plays a tune
While the flowers jump for joy
As she brings life to their roots.
I notice her eyes are as green as the grass
And her hair is as golden as the sun.
Hum, hum, hum. . .
As she sings the song of summer.
While her little blonde haired,
Sticky fingered girl
Sits admiring her mother.