The sun is laughing through silken clouds, The winds sing lullabies in forest crowds. The wheat has ripened — like a golden sea, And the sky above it is vast and free. The river flows clear — like a pane of glass, And all around seems to wake and pass. A nightingale sings to the stars in the trees, And the soul in the yard dreams of peace and ease. Children run barefoot along winding ways, And summer blooms in their joyful gaze. It’s the time when the heart longs to ignite — For summer’s the moment you yearn to live right.