Garden At Seven

Summertime brings a light to this garden at seven
Night has not yet stolen away the colour
Of the swaying tree, of the falling leaves,
Not yet taken away the green of the grass
And the glowing yellow of a daisy's heart.

Summertime shines on this garden at seven
When night has not yet come to take
The glory of the reds of a tiny wild berry,
Not yet stolen the beauty from the one
That watches from the window with eyes wide.

Summertime is king in this garden at seven
Wintertime steals light at four. 

The End

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