Psalm of summer.

Psalm of summer.

I hear the last cooing of the cuckoo
as the spring is on the verge of death.
I see the new sun of the Summer,
is rising with more confident and faith.

The sunflowers,zinnias, merri gold
are cradling in summer lap.
The exhausted birds are inside the cooling shade,
and taking mid-day nap.

The air is no more serene.
It breaths warmly.
The season is now young
so it is adorned aptly.

When the summer is old.
The scorching sun is veiled.
Then thundering and lightning usher,
their constant friend.