I'm reminded of
A Summer's day,
By the wafting aroma
Of freshly cut hay,
By the sound of waves
Lapping on the shore,
And the hazy mist
That descends on the moor,
The buzz of a bee
Searching in every flower,
The cool sweet freshness
Just after a shower,
A rhythmic whirr,
The distant sound
Of a labouring mower
Skimming over the ground,
The cry of a seagull
As he swoops overhead,
Gentle sounds of the morning
Whilst lying in bed,
The clinking of teacups
Being set in the shade,
A daisy chain
That a child has made,
Golden swaying cornfields
And poppies of red,
Buttercups in a meadow,
Blue skies overhead,
All contribute
In their own special way
To the visions I hold,
Of a bright Summer's day.