Looking For The Summer

I'm looking for the Summer, as I pass along my way,
Perhaps it's in the roses, blooming in the hedge today,
Or maybe, in the sky that's streaked with white and pink and gold,
Or swarms of busy honeybees my eager eyes behold.

I find it in the happy sounds of children at their play,
And waterfall that gurgles by the rushing stream today,
For surely, it's the hope of Summer cheering us each year
That keeps our hearts alive with song when Winter days are drear.

I'm grateful for the warmth of Summer's sunshine on my back,
To wander barefoot on the sand, with seashells in my sack,
And hear the cry of seabirds, calling on the sunny shore,
And feel the lap of salty water round my toes once more.