Summers of Yesterday

Where have all the Summers of yesterday gone?

They live in my heart and their light lustres on.

From my heart, as from Earth, all their bright flowers grow;

every trees evergreen and warm breezes still blow;

little butterflies flutter through memory's cocoon;

bees still hum and birds twitter their wonderful tunes

and the sky’s always bright, clear and sapphire blue;

the sun golden and warm and our love ever true.