Summer

The sun’s finger, drifts through my window everyday. It warms the room and the person sitting there. He stands by the window looking out at the world with joyous voices hailing summer fair. All the flowers in the garden sparkle the day with colour there. There are no tears of sorrow, only laughter and joy knowing summer is here. The world seems alive with song and colours coming from here and there now that summer is here. The throes that winter brought have vanished with the sun. Little birds greet each morning with the waking of the sun.