Comes that time of the year once more,
The sun climbs above the horizon
Up into that clear sky
Painting it a bright clear blue,
Not a cloud in the sky.
The sun gets higher in the sky
Giving light to all below it,
On this earth where nature thrives
Awaking on this clear bright day,
Ready to walk in the suns brightness.
I walk through the wooded glade
The sun lighting my way,
The speckles of sun shing down
Through the leaves and branches
Of the trees that surround me.
I come to the lake and sit
Watching the sparkling water
Where the sun strikes the ripples
Creating such glorious art for me,
Just there for me in this wondrous day.
I walk on through the day
Bathed in this sunlit heaven
Towards evenings wonder
Where the sun slides over the horizon,
Leaving its warmth behind.
I sit in my garden thinking of the day,
The wonders I have seen
On this beautiful sunny day,
And as I toast the day
Knowing that all is well in my world.
I know that British Summertime,
Is the best DAY of the year!