Summer's Song.

Awakened, we will, Along the rill of summer's edge, Find the glory of sound. Light of foot, treading On airy, hallowed, woodland ground, We sense summer pledging Our delight. We may, By not straying far, hear striking A stone with shell, the thrush, Breakfasting. Or catch The twitter of chicks in rushes, Being fed. Trout rising, Resonate the stream With rippled trills. A blackbird sings Nearby and thrills the air, And seed pods explode. Summer sings loud, and we, sharing By ear, hear hidden things.