I HAD TO ASK
HOW DO YOU SEND THE MORNING
THAT LIGHTS MY ROOM EACH DAY
OR TELL THE WAKING SONGBIRDS
TO SERENADE MY WAY
HOW DO YOU TELL THE RAINDROPS
WHICH FLOWERS HAVE A THIRST
AND WHICH OF ALL THE PETALS
CAN SHOW ITS SHADES IN VERSE
HOW DO YOU FIND THE SMILES
THAT ROAM FROM FACE TO FACE
AND SMOOTH OUT ALL THE WRINKLES
SO THEY DON’T LEAVE A TRACE
HOW DO YOU FIND THE ANGELS
THAT GUIDE MY WAY WITH LOVE
BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZONS
THAT STRETCH SO FAR ABOVE
HOW DID YOU FIND MY FAMILY
WITHIN WHOSE CARE I LAY
ON THIS MAJESTIC MOMENT
THAT LIGHTS THE START OF DAY
SOMEONE ELSE’S SUMMER
IT’S SOMEONE ELSE’S SUMMER
IT REALLY ISN’T MINE
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE FLOWERS
ENRICHED BY GODS DESIGN
TO THE LOVELY LITTLE SONGBIRDS
THAT SERENADE EACH DAY
TO TREES WITH ALL THEIR FOLIAGE
AS ON THE BREEZE THEY PLAY
IT BELONGS TO THE SOUNDS OF WATER
DASHING OVER FALLS
TO THE CHUBBY LITTLE BULLFROGS
AS FROM THEIR ROCKS THEY CALL
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE CHILDREN
WHO RUN AND DANCE AND PLAY
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE LOVERS
WHO BENEATH ITS CLOUDS DO LAY
IT’S ONE OF NATURES WONDERS
THAT VISIT EVERY YEAR
A TIME TO BATHE IN SUNSHINE
AND BRUSH AWAY OUR FEARS
THE WINTER IS FORGOTTEN
WHILE LOST AMIDST HER SPELL
IT’S SOMEONE ELSE’S SUMMER
BUT YOU NEVER REALLY TELL
THOUGHT TO PONDER – NOBODY CAN HURT ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION – MAHATMA GANDHI
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