Summer

Blinding summer days,
hot as the heat of a furnace
as gentle birds soar
across scorched reddened earth.

Hear the hum of nature
as she settles down to rest,
her earth so easy below her,
content to let the seconds roam.

Quiet country lanes give way
to even quieter little paths;
blissful brooks meandering
along pathways forged centuries ago.

Still is the mind set on nothing at all,
freedom to soar in a land of much.

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