Topsy Turvy

On a mid summer’s day if the north wind blows The sun goes hiding rain nests on eyebrows You are madly joyous at this topsy-turvy Your mind goes cartwheeling you feel carefree! The weather turns cool blessed by the rain Freeing your limbs from the summer's pain The sky loses fierceness wearing the cloud’s tone You are tempted to run wild in gay abandon! By some mystic touch the day turns angel Don’t touch it too hard don’t remove her veil Drink the day softly go and have your fill A god-gifted summer’s day with unexpected chill!