Some Sunshine Rhymes

I hear the happy chaffinch chirping like a laughing child;
see the yellow daffodils that bob like belfries in the wild
but does the Summer hear, within my heart, that booming dove
or see the rose of passion’s petals proclaim “You’re my love”?

To shun the sun is such a sin;
get outside; let the sunshine in;
sweet honey’d sun upon your skin;
bright beams of joy that spread within.

Misers may count their piles of money
and gaze on small mountains of gold
wiser men have fun while its sunny
and bright memories when they’re old.

Who cares for dowdy days of clouds and frowns;
I am in love with sunlight beaming down
and, sun like, children laughing on the lawn
and chirping chicks so happy to be born.